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satocidal · 8 months

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𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ ʿ𖥔 ִ ་ ، ˖ ࣪ ་ ˖ Unfortunately, Yours

↳ Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Episode 1:-

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Synopsis: It is when the birth right is snatched from your hands that your eyes truly ever open—especially when it’s always been there, right in your grasp. The Throne was yours, that was the truth promised and yet- yet your fate lay sealed with a certain Gojo. With an arranged marriage set in plan, alongs sets the plan of murder—within a wife who wants the throne and a husband who wants nothing but power, but suffers with them the present and the future of other two—especially when the lies of the past start surfacing.

— Word count: 3.9k

— A/n: ahhhh I have so many nerves lmao because this is the first chapter and I don’t wanna ruin it at all lol. And I wanna keep everything so subtle yk? But hope you guys like this!

— Warnings: Asshole Satoru; Asshole reader; mentions of adultery; slight objectification(?); Fem Bodied! Reader; usage of feminine terms; author thinks she can write💀 ps: I’ve never seen Christian weddings (or whatever I’ve written idk lol) so bare with me; typos

Hands that were trained, calloused once with bruises, prepared to be painted with blood now sat idle—a diamond ring in the finger.

Fate- the red string- two ends.

About 8 billion people walked the surface of earth—it was said, heard, stated, passed—The Greek god Zeus split each one of us into halves, punished to roam the earth and find our other half—the soulmate. Fatalism stated that everything was predestined- so it must be true, the concept of it.

Marriage—sacred, pure.

The day was clear as ever in your eyes—your father had entered the room, a solemn look on his face, a ring in hand; the entire month you had watched as the Gojos became a usual Tomorrow; you had watched as your sisters giggled at the premonition of your marriage; you had watched as the tables shifted and you had watched, and watched and watched.

Eyes numb, heart aching and mind a mess, you watched for that was all you could do now.

It was rushed, the whole process of it—a month ago your wedding planned and a month later you were gone. You didn’t want the wedding, you were sure Satoru Gojo didn’t either—“He’s so in love with you,” from your cousins deluded you—“I’m so lucky to have you,” from his mother.

Mind filled with thoughts of a man you’d only meet at the night of your wedding.

No amount of convincing could’ve been for you to utter a yes—but a definitive “You will do it,” from your father did wonders.

“You’ll be alright,” a whisper—your mother’s, soft, harsh.

“You have to be alright,” a demand—your father’s, careful, adamant.

“Promise me you’ll be alright,” a thought—your sister’s, empty, or so you dared to think.

And that was true, in a lonesome bind, you thought a lot.

You thought when your sister braided your hair, pretty, elegant—nothing you’d ever found yourself to be defined as.

You thought while your mother and grandmother, aunts and maids—they giggled, old wives’ tales falling off chastised lips like honey.

You thought when you found your father’s eyes hiding—nervous, you’d noted but you only thought.

And you thought still when the morning arrived, you sister kneeling beside you—eyes focused, narrowed, fingers working fast to smoothen the white.

Perfect the white.

Perfect your impure white—the dirty kind.

And finally, alone with your sister, you spoke.

“You must be glad,”

A silence met you, heavy.

“Don’t be shy about it, not anymore,”

A sigh— she got up slow, eyes focused still on your white gown—“you look gorgeous,” a mumble you heard.

You found yourself staring at her curls—when did she curl those you wondered, but then she’d answer that you didn’t care and perhaps, you didn’t.

Not usually.

“We’re sisters Aki,” you pestered, “you can tell me ya know?” You winked—a smirk, a tease—all to prove your point.

“The wedding is to begin in an hour now then, be prepared,”

“Don’t change topics. Tell me you’re happy about it, about all this,”

Another sigh—a glare and a huff, “Has father stuffed lies so deep your throat that you’re begging to hear them now?”

Again, silence.

Father—

Your eye twitched—nose puffed and eyes flared at your form in the mirror—you did you look gorgeous, or at least, different. A good different, arguably.

“Alright,” she mumbled quietly then, “c’mere—” her hands beckoned you close, her own navy blue contrasting to your pure white—ironic, you mused.

“What,” face scrunched, you let out—causing your sister to chuckle, “At least smile at your own wedding y/n,”

A scoff—“I’ll cry if I damn want to—and no, not for the dramatics,” a chuckle, this time, mutual.

“I’ll miss you,” you heard her whisper against you, entrapped in an embrace you stood, stiff—your eyes lay blank.

“Was it…my—”

“It’s not to chastise you,”

“It’s no less than that,”

“Endure it,”

A tear, quick, rolled down your cheek—wiped off all too quickly by your own sister—for you were to look perfect tonight.

Perfect for your perfect husband.

“Find your happiness there,” she whispered against your shoulder—you sobbed, “Why is he sending me away?”

Cruel. Cruel. Cruel.

“He sent us all away- even mother,” her hands patted your back- the touch felt foreign—“Not me,” your voice rasped, “I was different, I was better, I was the best he had,” her hands tensed around you—“I don’t know,” she confessed, “but promise me, you’ll be happy there,”

You nodded- empty.

“He’s going to be a fool in love,” her voice adorned, his mother- sharp- “So fortunate to get someone like you in my house, such a sweet pretty thing you are,” you smiled in accordance- hands clenched.

It was for her sake, you believed, the Gojo family worked in her shadow— a finger lifted meant everyone had to stand, a finger pressed and silence—in some way or the other, she stood to be your admiration. To hold power was to be nothing however to call power, now that, you admired.

It was in the way she was subtle but oh so glorified—Kana Gojo, perhaps the only woman or human you’d dared to look upto.

You smiled as she’d walked you around—parading shops through shops, looking for what she deemed the perfect dress—perfect, she wanted it to be—perfect not for her son but perfect in every sense of it.

A gift placed in your hand- bribe—“Aren’t you the sweetest Hm?” A smile, vaunted- his father, a careful spendthrift in every sense of the word.

You smiled, nodded and chuckled—“only learned from the best,” your eyes zoom over to your mother—never learned anything from her, you didn’t, and yet—formalities and a certain charm, you graced them evidently.

The head of the house, at least on paper—he didn’t hold much prowess with the profits but then, Gojos barely needed any more profit for the empire was built well and well enough to not crash. He did, however, hold his hands high and wide—welcoming, warm; everything his wife was not.

Not yin to her yang but the epitomised silver to her gold — Ginji Gojo, perhaps the only man to accustom himself to his wife, the only man you never truly could understand, along his son, of course.

You grinned as he lead you, hand held in his own—eyes searching for the perfect diamond to adorn not your finger but your marriage.

Shy glances and shyer hello-s he muttered, it was cute—you supposed, in the way a letter found is way in your hands—“Read it when you’re alone please,”—his cousin brother, innocent.

‘Hello,’ it began—cut off—‘Dear Y/n,’—cut off—‘assume I said something cool,’ you chuckled, the rest, a memory nestled deep in your mind.

He was young, 9–someone you hoped to inspire—Megumi—he didn’t know much, or anything at all, a subtle age of nine after all. But he knew enough.

Not enough to strike competition but smart enough to be called his successor; he was a smart kid you’d mused, a polite greet everytime you two met, a sweeter letter handed everytime.

Twice he cut off the beginning every time and deliberate you’d found it be—cuter still. And he lead you still, hand holding onto yours as he helped you decide on the flavour of the cake.

The girl, you watched from the corner of your eyes, chuckled, a hand reaching out to slap her father’s hand away—he chuckled, smiled, conversed—something and everything you never had.

A tear rolled down your cheek, salty—“Crying already?” The voice was gruff, your father’s.

“Father,” you muttered, hands reaching upto wipe the tear away quick—“Don’t,” he muttered, “Tears are useful.”

You could only nod.

The man stood beside you, taller by a decent inch or two—hands stuffed in his pocket and a bow tie tight around his neck; the man was slender— a ghost of the figure he used to be, could’ve been. A potential wasted, he called himself—a potential wasted, you too.

You watched him as he moved around you, hefty eyes felt heavy, scanning your form—“You look fine,” a compliment he’d deem it—perhaps it was, “Didn’t know white was your colour.”

It wasn’t.

Did he know anything about you? At all? No.

“Suppose it is, today onwards,” he smiled, you frowned, “That’s my girl.”

Another tear rolled quick, then another and they kept rolling, you stood blank.

“No,” you scowled defiantly—his hands working quick—scowl, mirroring yours as he wiped the tears—“When I said tears, I didn’t mean these many. You cannot possibly be this dramatic.”

An empty grin.

“Dramatic?” Voice pitched, brows raised, heart shattering you stared at him—“I am being dramatic?” Loud enough you were to have people raise the awareness that the bride was moody- or so they’d gossip and so you’d let them.

His eyes narrowed—a sign, quite usually telling you to quieten down—not today, “Why are you doing this?” You finally asked, shoulders relieved, heart heavier still—afraid the answer might me the truth you’ve fed yourself.

“Is this some- some-” you paused, a breath caught, eyes cast down—“punishment? Did I do something wrong?”

And in that moment, perhaps you were nothing more than a little girl—perhaps in that moment you wanted nothing more than your father’s reassurance—perhaps things could’ve been better.

But they weren’t—glory of fate itself.

“Don’t create a fucking scene,”

Had hearts really been made of glass, your father would’ve heard yours break—not once but a million times in that second. Again and again and again.

A noise—static.

“Yes sir,” you muttered, eyes dancing along his hands—you shuddered—he twisted his own.

His hands were soft as they held yours, he lead you slow, your father did.

The white veil that you’d spent hours to decide upon, the one you would never care about—it swept beside you, gasps escaping the lips of many as you walked out.

And there, there your eyes met his.

Poised he stood, white hair slicked back—nothing like those superficial memories his mother had told about, nothing like the tabloids you’d seen. This man, the one on your altar—that was Satoru Gojo.

Not the Toru’ you’d heard of, not the Heir of Gojos you’d kept your eyes upon, not the stubborn and hardheaded Satoru-san his maids had warned you about, not anything you’d known.

This was Satoru Gojo, your husband to be.

You hadn’t assumed your wedding to be a fairytale—in all honesty, you hadn’t assumed anything at all.

A prison you’d deemed it on the first day and perhaps that was all it was—but something, just something in you cried all too much when Satoru didn’t slip so much as a smile towards you.

Don’t get me wrong, he’d grinned and smirked all night- teased by his friends—congratulated by everyone—he did show joy, in some meaning of the word.

Not to you- but I suppose a win that was too—after all, a marriage is built on the truths right?

Eyes moist, a tear he did let go off—superficial it was, you knew it, but a hero Satoru Gojo would be deemed the next day in the magazines his family would pay good money to.

Yours was never meant to be that perfect wedding, not at the core of it—you knew that from day one of the sequenced wedding but then—just something, someone in you cried a little too. Just someone broke inside when you realised it wouldn’t be your husband who cried the moment he set his eyes on his bride—it wouldn’t be you telling those cute stories about your wedding day.

It wouldn’t be you—it was normal you’d heard, for grooms to be overwhelmed in there weddings- the thought of spending a forever with his bride, the supposed memories flooding their mind—but it wouldn’t be for you. He stood there with hands behind him, eyes awaiting you presence still.

A smile he held—empty as you joined him—eyes were very telling you r father had preached, never once had you found him to be wrong.

His hands felt cold as you held them—cold like your father’s, colder still somehow was his presence. And your realised, heart — to what you had thought to be a void — breaking as you realised that the marriage was a cage to him as much as you. Neither happy—he wasn’t happy with your presence.

Pathetic. But again, did it truly matter?

The wedding had begun— officiated, soon your “I do”s would slip, the wedding couldn’t be stopped now, not ever.

And in that moment your eyes flickered to your own mother—she stood regal.

Embroidery she’d fought into you, cooking and baking, sewing a skill she’d made you own too—pity she couldn’t teach you controlling your emotions—pity your father was your influence.

Your eyes managed to flicker onto him—saintly, your brain mused—your heart couldn’t help but agree. And those saintly features held an ugly heart you told yourself, solace to a lonesome mind.

“Satoru, do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect Y/N, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”

When he took a moment to answer with a blank gaze, you could feel tiny pricks being sent straight to your heart. Just a mere glance at his stolid mien was enough for you to believe that he was going to call off the wedding and run away—mayhaps you wanted that, mayhaps, you didn’t.

What else could you expect?

He clearly didn’t want this, understandable was the fact. It wouldn’t surprise you if he took a step back and announced that he couldn’t go on in making an oath to offer the rest of his life with you. That he would rather get out of this hell hole and be somewhere else than to proclaim a love that was being forced out of him.

“I do,” he professed, despite the inner turmoil that plagued his head.

You sighed—soft.

“Y/n, do you promise to love, honour and cherish and protect Satoru, forsaking all others, and holding only unto her forevermore?”

Your eyes were quick—a glance here and there and everywhere—the pause was heavy; you watched your father’s nod of encouragement—your mother’s sharp eyes—his mother’s smile, fake- his father’s sip of champagne—your sister’s eyes’ were hazy; his best friend tipsy.

You couldn’t say no—“I do,”

“Bride and Groom, you have heard the words of love and marriage, have exchanged your vows and made your promises, and celebrated your union with the giving and receiving of rings. It is at this time that I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the officiant declared, “you may now kiss the bride.”

Your eyes widened behind your veil- your first- the breath hitched as Satoru removed your veil—crystal seemed his eyes, crystal clear was his distaste. He was tall—comical in fact—you tip toed slight, he leaned in a bit—the kiss was warm, chill, foreign. His hand rested upon your cheek, a stroke—a pull, brief.

Your eyes watched as he pulled away, a new smile on his lips—an actor he could’ve proven to be.

A million thoughts clouded you and him—known to only the two of you—marriage worked quick in that sense you supposed, mother and you sister weer perhaps right. But when all was said and done—the marriage was officiated.

And your eyes met then—a thought passed between you and your husband—stuck together—Unfortunately, Yours.

Hair slicked, ivory, elegant.

For a man who was yours even when he wasn’t—you supposed he was good.

Gojo Satoru swept across the room—a smile on his face, gentle; gentler was the rhythm he walked at. Here and there, he conversed, after all, a man of his charm he was- taking after none but his father.

Idle gossip danced along his ears while he giggled with women—politics fell off his lips as he sipped on the champagne—he teased and played with children too, laughing and joking with them—Gojo Satoru smiled to all but his wife-to-be. She sat there, quiet, unmoving, unrelenting—she lay still.

“It’s the fifth time you’ve stared at her in the last 3 minutes,” a glass in hand—a black suit adorned, Suguru waltzed beside him—a sly grin on his face, “I know you’re married but that’s really desperate, even for you,”

“Shut up,” Satoru muttered, grinning wide at the new set of guests—hand motioning the waiters to attended to it.

Suguru chuckled again, “Your dad really didn’t help out today either huh?”

“Old geezer’s getting drunk,” voice, plain—monotonous, hands clenched at his sides —begging to run through his hair—to ruin it all.

“How was she?”

“Boring,”

Suguru’s eyes zoomed on to the specific waitress—limping—he sighed, “Your mother was worried sick and you’re having affairs already?,” he began, hands reaching up to fix the shirt, “And today is your wedding today—have some etiquette,”

Eyes rolled—the same dialogue slipped off his mouth—“You’re becoming my mother—and she isn’t random; as is I’ll get her fired now,” he grinned this time around, “but not anymore, I’ve already got another woman to fuck around with,” a hand—sharp—landed on his head.

“Respect her,” the raven haired boy muttered, eyes focused and cast down, “She’s your wife today onwards—not just some woman you can fuck whenever you want,”

Satoru scowled, hands rubbing the back of his head, the spot where Suguru struck, “That’s all she means,”

“Don’t tempt me to make her a widow before she’s even married Satoru,” a grin, a huge one Suguru masked—words deadly balanced.

“Treat her well Satoru,”

“You marry her then,”

“Suck it up and smile,”

“Fuck you,”

“I will,”—a grin, a chuckle and that was that. A hand patted Satoru on the back—“Treat her well,” Suguru muttered again, both their eyes cast onto you—where a smile rested on both their lips, only one was genuine. Your eyes found tracing their oath to their spot too, black and white—they seemed a beautiful set—your eyes cast to your own gown and your sister’s. White and navy blue—all the same.

A couple and another, a pair of four.

Suguru let his eyes cast down to his watch—about time for the dance—“Satoru,” his voice was smooth, “it’s time for your dance,”

He hummed—“Her father, or I suppose mine too now—he wanted her first dance,” Suguru raised his brows, “and you let him? What happened ‘I don’t share’” A small smirk played on the younger male’s lips.

“I don’t share what’s mine—not all that-” another strike, harder.

Inhale, exhale- again.

You hands shook, and ears ringed—you were married. The statement related in your mind for the 5th time since.

Married. Tied down.

“Entertain me with the first dance m’lady?” Your eyes narrowed—sharp—“Father?”

Beside you stood you father indeed, an aura different—an aura that had become his past.

He smiled, kind—your confusion only grew—“It’s time sweetheart,” Your teeth clenched; sweetheart?

You nodded still—be his good girl—his hand held yours; yours, his.

The music was slow- none that you recognised, you needn’t, you’d want to forget the moment already. The applause for you was blurry, everything around you was too. Eyes didn’t bother running off to your mother, nor your husband—they never did around your father.

And in the moment, you could’ve sworn to the vain memory you held—your father seemed like the man you once knew; seemed like the one who had abandoned you. Rage seized a decent part of your mind—desperation to hold onto him took charge of the other.

He held you close- an embrace not felt in forever, “You’ll be fine baby,” he mumbled into your ear—“don’t say that,” you were quick to add.

“Don’t be like this,” you added next, his heart broke, yours already was.

He knew however, what you meant- not a single objection he raised, guilt all too evident on the face that held its own wisdom. Evident however, only to those who knew him and pity lay such, he never let you.

“Just entertain me here,” you finally spoke—a minute left of your song—“why did you agree to this? We’re not- we’re not in need of money, we’ve the perfect military- you’ve raised me enough for me to take over at any given instance then why—why them?”

His gaze should’ve hardened—you expected it; it softened.

“I apologise.”

You nodded yet again- an answer unkempt.

Satoru’s hand felt the same it had the altar, soft, scented- something you perhaps wanted to hated.

He spun you around—a man of honour your mother would call him, you beckoned yourself to him—a lady of grace his mother would call you.

People danced all around you, your eyes found their way onto your sister, smiling and giggling—suitors all around her, you smiled.

Eyes couldn’t help but falter at Suguru Geto- Satoru’s best friend, you’d learned—his presence too. In a shy corner he stood- girls around him, you wouldn’t blame them—he sought that attention after all, evident.

“You like this song?” Your eyes snapped onto Satoru—“Pardon?”

“This song, do you like it?” Your eyes gazed everyone—all the while, his, you.

“I’ve…never heard it before—”

“—well I particularly hate it,” your brows raised—“Oh alright,” you nodded, “I’ll make sure to not add it to the playlist ‘Wedding 2.0’,”

Smiles you both held- not for each other, formal entirely—“Hilarious,” he muttered, “Makes two of us,” you snapped back.

A momentary silence fell and you couldn’t yourself—“Don’t try to play the husband here, you don’t accept me and I don’t accept you which is all but fine by me but I don’t need you to make idle conversations.” Voice sharp- eyes more so.

He grinned—“Feisty Hm?” Your nose flared—“alright I’ll entertain you with the non-idle kind,” eyes looked down at you condescension, was it?

“Daddy raised you as his war general yeah?” Your jaw clenched, “what did they call you? His right arm? His best gem?”

“Domestic abuse,” you began slow, “is a very real concept Satoru,” you smiled dangerously sweet—“Pray tell, the way you speak may make you victim soon,”

He chuckled quietly, nothing humorous, “Daddy also taught you weaponry?”

“Don’t speak of him like that-respect him,” you warned, teeth gritted—both of yours eyes zooming onto him—Satoru smiled.

“Of course, nothing against my father-in-law,” another grin, “But I can say whatever to you right baby?”

You hated him.

Your eyes scanned his, his- yours.

A frown, a grin.

A cough sounded beside you just then—the man just as tall as your husband, just as, if not more so, elegant.

Your eyes met his—a pit, yours and his.

“M’lady,” he smiled smoothly- bending just enough to kiss your hand—eyes cast quick onto Satoru, “One dance with the lady of the night please?”

Never a question, only a statement.

“Yes please,” Satoru muttered all too quick- a sharp glance, yours and Suguru’s.

Before you knew it you were swept right away, Suguru danced faster—a style which complimented yours, Satoru? Quiet the very same as yours, clashing.

You smiled as he picked the momentum with you, a chuckle his too—“You look stunning tonight,”

A nervous smile you passed-“All the very same to you sir,” his eyes crept onto your skin quick—“Why, seems like it’s just the two War Generals appreciating each other,” he laughed.

You laughed along- your eyes pausing to scan the hilt of his dagger in the suit—“Talent sees talent, eh?”

Another laugh- empty. What had swept you off was pleasant, what danced with you was hollow.

“The wedding,” Suguru added—your ears perked.

“Yes?” You reflected instantly—“You helped in the management right?” He smiled—your eyes narrowed.

Bastard, you both mused.

You nodded politely, “Well a good wife has to take care of things yeah?”

He grinned, “Oh you’re all too good m’lady,” voice a whisper, “Seems to me you’ll give me a run for my life,”

You grinned back, “Bless my heart Suguru—never to my family.”

Eyes hollow, minds ran fast—‘Interesting’ you both wondered as Suguru handed you back to his best friend and your husband.

‘Interesting indeed’.

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Two Devils

Denji x Reader

Summary: After the loss of your friend you had two main goals in life. Live the best life you can for the both of you and to have your sweet sweet revenge when the time comes. And the time did, just when you met a guy with a very special power.

Denji sat across you, you watched him, analyzed him in the silence of the room.

You could tell he was uncomfortable, it was very obvious from the way he sweat, avoided eye contact and looked around the room. But you just kept staring at him.

You really should have let him off the hook and looked away or said something but you didn't.

Not until a long time.

"How well do you know her?" you asked after what felt like an eternity to Denji.

"Huh? Who? Makima-san?" his eyes still not locking in with yours instead he just kept looking behind you, at the wall.

You just nodded once.

"Do you know her well enough to die for her?"

"I would die for her without question." he finally looked at you, into your eyes.

You smiled.

"You didn't answer my question."

"It doesn't matter for how long I have known her. I would die for her, no matter the question."

"You are good at avoiding core issues, I see." you let out a sigh and finally looked away from him and through the window. "She didn't want you to meet me, did she? Or was it Aki who warned you about me beforehand? Were you told that I would brainwash you or seduce you?"

You looked back at him and judging by the reaction, you got your answer.

"They say she is powerful. She doesn't live around here because she had some kind of... issue with Makima-san." Denji nodded at Aki's words.

"But what kind of issues?"

"They say... it was about a friend. Y/N is dangerous, she is beautiful and she will use it against you."

"Oh no! A pretty lady using her gorgeousness to seduce me!"

"Idiot!" Aki hit Denji on the head. "I'm serious. She is just... you will see. Just don't let her have her way with you."

"All because I am too powerful for her to kill." your words pulled Denji out of his daydream.

"What do you mean by that? Makima-san is the strongest."

"She is strong," you replied. "But you are not too far gone... not like Aki."

You moved to uncross your legs and smiled at him. "We will be good friends," you said, making sure to show him a nice view of your boobs.

The skin you were showing immediately caught his attention, just as you planned.

If Makima wanted the Chainsaw Devil, you would take it from her, like she took your friend from you.

Revenge will be sweet.

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You began to like the fact that Denji seemed to grow on you.

Even if you would say he was an easy target for your plan, he made it easier by falling in love with you.

And if you were honest, you fell for him just as much.

Not for the Devil, but for him, Denji with his perverted ways and yet kind words.

You found a small apartment for the two of you. And now you were living there with him.

"I'm yours do whatever you want." he said and yet, it didn't feel right.

You didn't want to own him like the people in his past. You didn't want to be like that.

You were better.

And yet, you had a feeling that Denji was still not over Makima.

"Do you know what she did to me?"

You asked him after a meeting with everyone. You arrived home, tired as you plopped down on the couch.

Denji shook his head, no.

"She killed my friend. Makima wanted her soul so bad, she took her from me. My childhood friend." you looked at Denji with an expression he had never seen on you before, guilt. "I couldn't save her from Makima..."

"I'm sure there is more to the story... So, you swore revenge?"

"You promised your friend to live a full life, I promised mine the same. The bonus is if Makima suffers a little."

"Is that why you became interested in me?"

"At first, yes. But not anymore."

"I know your power... you fix what's broken... You fixed me." that wasn't your power, far from it, it was the human in you.

Your heart, which upon seeing him sleeping on the floor in the kitchen felt sorry for him.

The same heart that felt bad when he said he was hungry but had no money for food.

You and your stupid heart.

"I try." you simply replied.

"I believe you. You could have left me at any moment and yet you didn't. You are all I have." his voice sounded so desperate, that you wondered how many times he just shrugged his shoulders and moved on, even when it hurt the most.

Probably too many times.

"No Denji, you are all I have, and I'm scared someone will use it against me... just like before."

"I won't let them! We are unstoppable! We are too powerful! Two devils against the World." Two devils... you looked up at him from your hands and smiled. "There you are, my confident girlfriend. The one who owns me."

"You know, I think it is the other way around. You own my heart." your smiled turned into a rare one, one which was filled with joy, care and pure love.

It was a rare sight but Denji managed to see it more and more as time went on.

He moved closer to you, hugging you and kissing the top of your head and forehead, he moved you to cuddle to his side on the couch as he grabbed the remote.

"Revenge or not, brainwashing or not, I'm glad we found each other."

"I love you, Denji." you said as he watched the TV. You were sure he didn't hear you, but it was okay.

You showed him a new side of life. A side where he wasn't used by others, a side where he could be free and truly himself.

You showed him love and he taught you many things about yourself as well.

You smiled as one of his hands moved to your boobs.

Yup, no denying, this was your Denji.

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aka-libby · 10 months

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Counting Our Regrets

Aki Hayakawa x gn!reader | established relationship | semi-canon [ domestic tooth rotting!fluff + angst (with happy ending/comfort) ]

Word count: 4.3k

Warning(s): mentions/implied topic of de*th, insecurities about love, VERY BRIEF mentions about rough past regarding home life

Summary: Aki hated you at first but after a series of events his view on you changed. Now you’re together as a couple, with the regrets of wasting all that time hating and being avoidant of the inevitable spark you had. Yet even with these regrets on the both of you, it’s when you’re in his apartment having dinner like any other night that he finally realized how he truly feels about you.

A/N: So I have a story in the WIP folder that explains their past and how they became the couple here in this fic. There is a LOT to unfold and it’s honestly a drain to write angst and pain all the time SOOOOO I would write this fic when I’m bored and somehow I finish this one first…. so now here we are. I do hope it’s not confusing but hints enough context for readers to understand the development of the two. Plus I’m WAYYYYY too impatient to wait to post this cause I’m so PROUD OF IT UGH.

Anyways enjoy.

“Is it weird that I still get a bit nervous every time he invites me over for dinner?”

Your friend laughs over the phone. “Really?! It’s been so long now. Just breathe and treat it like any other time you guys are together.”

You’re glaring at them, even though they can’t see it. “I’m serious. You know how the past was, we hated each other… well he hated me. I don’t blame him though, it was in every way my fault for how things are but… still.”

Your friend probably heard the change in your tone towards the end. The mischievous aura drips from them. “I understand but the situation has changed now. You stopped being a lil brat and he realized the amazing person that you are underneath it. He fell for you instantly, I see it and am reminded of it everyday when I see you two in the same room.”

“Really?” You are curious now about what they meant. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t see it?” The utter disbelief from their tone surprises you more. “The way he looks at you speaks millions. Like a moth lured to a bright ass light. I believe it.”

You smile as your chest lightens from the doubts slipping off you. Their words really eased your mind. “That’s… cute.” Images of Aki flash in your mind of all the times he would get embarrassed when caught showing any form of affection. “He’s really sweet.”

“He is and it is cute but also utterly revolting.” They gag through the phone. “You two are so lovesick for one another and yet SOOOO oblivious at the same time. My eyes get cavities from seeing you two within the same radius.”

The both of you chuckle a bit before they bids their farewell. “Now go in and enjoy the dinner, okay? Tell me more about it later.”

“I will. See you soon.” You say before ending the call.

The grip on the plastic bags you have to your side tightens as you take a deep breath in and out. You know more than anyone this night will be just like any other night. Just a casual dinner with 2 co-workers/friends and your boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Your lips form into a soft smile as the title lingers in your head. It feels too surreal to be together now after a year of discord between you and Aki. Then a time period of uncertainty of what kind of relationship you guys had. It was the result of the change with his thoughts about you and your thoughts about life. With Himeno’s death being the catalyst to it all.

It doesn’t help that both of you have gone through great suffering revolving around death. Life is unfair to both of you. His family was taken away so suddenly by a worldwide Devil attack while yours…

Agh, the thought hurts too much to think about.

Even with all the hurt, pain, and self projecting in denial of the truth of it all you two somehow ended up here, together. It made you happy to realize that after so long but so late. With time still ticking every single second, it’s only sooner than later that both your lives could end so suddenly.

With Aki’s time limit down to 2 years and yours still in the air, anything could happen at any moment. It was hard carrying the regret of projecting your trauma and fear of abandonment to the relationships around you. How you pushed others away to protect them and yourself. It wasn’t fair to you or your comrades.

They never got to meet the real you.

Your thoughts are cut from the feral screech coming from behind Aki’s door. You know all too well who it was, and you smile softly from the moment, as it reminds you to be present in the present. No time to dwell on your regrets, it will only waste more of your limited time.

You are with Aki now, that’s all that matters.

Finally, you take the last few steps over to Aki’s door. Knuckles barely hovering over the door before it’s busted open.

Power cheers out your name as she pulls you in for a half hug, arm over your shoulder. Her eyes don’t meet yours, instead they’re on the bags at your sides. “You brought food for me?! I'm STARVIN.”

“Hey!” a familiar voice echoes from inside. “That’s no way to treat guests!”

Power is quick to nag back at him with a roll of her eyes before taking the bags out of your hands. “Allow me!” She excitedly offers but you know there are other intentions behind her kindness. Your head shakes from her obvious facade.

Walking into the Hayakawa Residence, you instantly envelop yourself in the comforting feeling of your second home. The smell of the three housemates and the aroma of home cooked food wafts into your nose causing your previous insecurities to flee. Is this what it's like to be at ease? You’re pretty sure it is by how safe you feel once the door closes behind you.

Turning around the corner, you see Aki casually stirring a mixture of veggies in a savory sauce in a wok. It instantly waters your mouth. “Hi Love.” You greet walking over to where he is in front of the stovetop.

It was then you realize what your friend’s comment meant earlier, about how Aki looks at you. His eyes instantly shine with adoration and his body is fully turned towards you, letting go of whatever he was focused on to meet you halfway. Once you’re within his grasp, he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

“Hello love, was the trip here okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up.” He apologizes before rubbing your back soothingly.

Shaking your head to look up, you reassure him with a smile. “It’s fine, don't worry. I can’t expect you to always pick me up and host a dinner.”

“I know but I would rather do it knowing you are safe than for you to take a taxi or walk here.” He tells you softly with his arms now draped over waist, his hands interlocked behind you. Blue eyes still looking at you. “Next time I’ll open my schedule up to do so.”

You instantly shake your head. “No, you’ve done too much for me.”

He looks at you softly, almost bittersweetly. “It feels like I haven’t done enough.”

Your lips are already on his nose before he could continue. “You’re perfect.”

Those insecurities leave him and it’s replaced by the previous admiration he first had when you walked into his field of view. Instead of replying, he just pulls you in for another tight hug, his cheek now on top of your head. His indirect way of saying many things with one action.

You mean the world to me.

I appreciate you.

Thank you.

Pulling back from the hug to check up on the veggies he was stirring earlier, you point towards the living room, where Power and Denji lay as they go through the plastic bag you brought. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought some extra food I prepared yesterday and sweets.”

“Mmm you didn’t have to. I made extra food too.” He explains as he tosses the veggies around the sauce, evenly coating each cut piece. “But I do appreciate it, thank you love.”

I smile and wrap an arm around his torso. “I don’t mind. It was going to rot in my fridge anyways with how often I eat here. Plus, you have 2 extra mouths to feed.”

His soft eyes gloss over to you, and he can’t help but feel the need to kiss the side of your head. “You’re the best.”

“Oi! Can you cook faster and stop flirting so much!” I hear Denji yell from across the place. Aki’s soft feature forms a frown as he goes to scold Denji for interrupting the moment.

Just now remembering you had more people in the room, you walk off to where the other two reside. Both are already munching on the baked goods you’ve brought, happily enjoying it while watching their show.

“Like em?” You ask Denji as you sit down next to Power. Her cat senses your presence, immediately heading over to you, purring happily under your loving touches. “Hi cutie.”

Without taking his eyes off the screen, he replies back with his mouth stuffed. “Therwe realu-

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Aki scolds from the kitchen.

“Whamever.” He dismisses but gulps it down anyways before continuing. “Good ass…” He draws a blank. You watch the way the gears in his mind slowly rotate as they try to put together a coherent sentence. “Good ass goods!”

Power slams her hand flat onto his back, repeatedly slapping him, and causes poor Denji to choke mid consumption of the said goods. Her boisterous laugh echoes within their flat. “You sound more stupid than usual!” She hollers out then starts shaking him.

He starts to cough from all the sudden movements and finally dryly swallows the food. Despite watching Denji almost choke, you can’t help but laugh from watching the events unfold. They really were siblings by heart.

As the conversation slowly dies, Aki takes this opportunity to step outside to smoke. Everyone sits comfortably in the ambience. With the sound of the Tokyo nightlife and the lowered volume of the TV playing some random channel, it really lured everyone to a relaxed state of mind.

It could be the combination of good food and it being quite late into the night that caused both Denji and Power to pass out on the ground. Your buzzy self smiles at the sight of them, so peaceful from the food coma. The whole environment feels so… nice.

It was somewhat odd for you. Your body is aware of the empty space where your walls and guard used to be. Not really used to this feeling of being safe and secure. Growing up in a chaotic and unstable household really puts a toll on you and your point of view on what a safe home should make you feel.

In a way, you never really felt at “home” before.

The silence you’re used to in your own apartment isn’t much different compared to what you’re currently experiencing now, but it makes you feel different. You don’t feel lonely or alienated. You feel…. comfortable. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact you are now just appreciating what a domestic life is like, but it’s a new foreign feeling. Nonetheless, it’s not unwelcome, it’s more than welcome.

You hope this doesn’t come to an end anytime soon.

Taking in a sip of the alcohol of your choice, your eyes pick up on the mess that surrounds you. Dirty plates, unfinished platters of food, both used and unused napkins sprawled over the table. Overall it was just messy, but honestly this is what's expected from a late night dinner with Power and Denji involved.

Without another thought, you stood up with your wobbly tipsy legs and started to clean up. Picking up the empty cans and garbage as you scout the room for more.

“Hey.” Aki calls out for you, head just barely poking into the apartment.

You look up at him, an empty beer can in hand. “Hey.” You greet, confused.

His brows lowered from your response. “I wasn’t saying hi. What’re you doing?”

“Oh.” A giggle escapes from your lips from your tipsy brain. You continue to pick up the beer cans and toss them into the recycling bag. “Cleaning up.” You answer simply.

“You’re a guest.” He starts off walking towards you and takes the bag. “You should be relaxing.”

“You hosted this Aki, in your own home. The least I can do is help clean up just a bit.” You explain then immediately start to stack all the dirty dishes. “How about you get the garbage and I’ll do the dishes. Hm? How does that sound?”

Leaving no room for him to argue further, you leave the living room and head to the kitchen. Aki watches as you walk away happily with the stack of dishes in hand. You look over to him once, an eyebrow raised from his stare.

“What?” You ask as you hold a soapy dish sponge in one hand and a dirty plate in the other, scrubbing away the grim and food off the plates one by one.

A lot of thoughts are running through his mind but he makes no attempt to show it. He just shrugs and chuckles. “Nothing.”

Both of you fall back into comfortable silence. Only breaking it to drop a couple of small talk here and there. With the TV still running in the back, now on the news channel. You make notes on a few topics the news anchor mentions and Aki does the same, feeling comfortable with the surface level talks.

Nothing about this was new to either of you. You always offer freely to clean up when invited over and Aki follows up by refusing you from doing so. A routine both of you are accustomed to for the past couple of months. In some way, you should feel content or happy being with someone who flows with you so easily and has grown accustomed to you over time.

But as your thoughts simmer a bit longer, a bitter side to all of this comes around. You’re reminded of the reality you’re truly in. Both you and Aki’s death are determined when you both sign your life away to Public Safety. With Aki being two years left and yours possibly just as short.

The unwavering and daunting feeling never goes away and always ruins moments like these you want to cherish and really be in, to really exist in. No matter how much you try to avoid it, the feeling was and is always there. It doesn’t help that a good chunk of your time with Aki was wasted on avoiding getting to this intimate point in your relationship.

The person you were back then would’ve looked down on you. How could you give in to these selfish desires? Get into a relationship with someone knowing the limited time you have left. It wasn’t fair to them or you. A cruel ending to have to anyone. So you did what at the time felt like the best thing to do, barricaded yourself from the world.

You were committed to keeping a facade up. A mock up personality to shield you and others from getting close to you. You hoped you could keep up with it long enough that one day you leave this world and feel relief no one would experience grief like you did.

Sadly even with trying to avoid the inevitable, you landed in the worst possible position ever. To end up regretting what you did and having to accept the conditions your fear set out for you. If only you gave up sooner than later. Maybe just maybe you would have enjoyed more of these moments with Aki.

“You okay?”

Your head whips to him, ocean eyes hold much concern. “Yeah why?”

He frowns, not convinced at all. “You’re shaking.”

It’s when he mentions it that you realized your shaky hands. Instantly you shove whatever lingering thought you had left and try to play it off as something else, despite knowing he wouldn’t believe you. “Just….” You trail off drawing a blank for an excuse.

“If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” He scolds but his actions don’t mirror his words as he pulls you in for an embrace. “There’s something bothering you. You can talk to me, you know?”

You have… Already. It was a topic that was brought up quite often between the two of you. It was hard to really fully walk past the topic. No advice or form of communication would really ease the both of you of what’s yet to come. But it does in some way help temporarily. At least, until you come back to the same thought again like now.

A sigh leaves your lips when you snuggle closer into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his large frame. “You already know what it is.”

The same sigh leaves his lips as his grip tightens. “I’m here nonetheless.”

Much to his response, it does say a lot. Both of you fall into another routine. Where one would be reminded of the ticking time bomb and the other comes around to comfort them. Neither of you felt the need to speak more with how often it happens. It was a silent way of saying “I’m tired of this too, but just know I’m here for you if you wanna talk more. Just say it and I’ll be here to listen.”

After a few moments, you finally pull back to look at him. A bittersweet smile on your lips. “Thank you.”

His arms never leave you. Instead, they are holding the sides of your arms, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into you. “Anytime.”

Finishing up the last bit that was needed to be done, you both head out to the balcony. You pulled a bit of the curtain from inside to shield where his dingy white lawn chair was on his balcony. A simple but not really effective way to have some privacy from the sleeping children. As you close the sliding glass door, the chills of the night are apparent on your bare arms.

Aki sits down first then signals for you to take the spot on his lap. “Sit, I’m not making you stand.”

Well, you can’t really deny such a tempting offer. You smile at him before doing just that. Both of you adjust yourselves a bit before settling comfortably in the current position. Your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist, and fingers intertwined on your lap.

The soft buzz of the night life from his quiet neighborhood drowns out your thoughts as you stare aimlessly at the street lights. His arm that was once on your waist now hoists up just below your upper back. He pulls you in closer.

“Hm?” You question the sudden movement.

Aki is silent for a few seconds before talking. “I was just thinking.”

You return the same silence before saying. “Care to elaborate?”

“I…” He pauses, unsure how to say what he wants to say.

There was just too much to say and too little of the time to say it at that moment. No amount of words or poems could describe the cloud 9 feeling he gets when he sees you there, just existing in his world. It reminds him so much of everything that it overwhelms his mind and makes him draw a blank during moments like this.

Where he wants to say everything but can’t.

So many words and sentences just zoom around him like dust in the air getting blown until it turns into a tornado. Every fleeting thought gets thicker and stronger. It consumes his mind and he can’t choose nor figure out what he wants to say during moments like these. What’s something that could just say everything he needs to say all at once? To tell you he appreciates you. Wants to stay like this with you forever. To continue to live in each other's presence until time stops him for good.

To see you come through that damn door again with a big smile and sparkling eyes as you hold bags of food in both your hands happily. While greeting him with that god forsaken fucking melodic voice of yours.

It hits him.

It’s so simple but it finally hits him.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes one last time as his nervousness clogs his own throat. The phrase in itself is simple but the meaning is so heavy, so meaningful to him that it almost scares him away from being able to say it. But it’s the only thing that really describes this feeling he feels for you.

God he should really shut up and just say-

“I love you.”

He watches closely to the way your face reacts to this statement, both out of fear and excitement. It’s when he sees the way your eyes get slightly glossy and your cheeks burn bright in warm hues like a sunrise that he reflects the same expression with the biggest smile.

Not much is said. Only the sound of multiple pecks and tender kisses from Aki as he covers your whole face with love. You giggle like a lil highschool girl from all the affection. After almost basically covering 90% of your face in kisses, you finally get a word in. Feeling overwhelmed from joy and love.

“I love you too.” You finally say, holding his face close til your noses are just barely touching. “I… Never thought you could ever love me.”

He understands very well what you meant by that. Given the history between the two of you, but he doesn’t care. At least at this moment he doesn’t. The rays of pure unfiltered feeling of love is all too consuming and subtly blinds him from truly acknowledging the double meaning to your statement.

“We have gone off on the wrong foot and I know we both regret heavily how late it is to be in this position.” He starts off in a whisper then tilts his head slightly to rub the side of your noses, lips barely hovering over yours. “But to me, in this very moment with you, without all the worries we had been dealing with before for weeks. Hell fucking months!” Raising his tone just a bit to playfully emphasize the last part of his statement. “I know for sure I love you. The person here on my lap. The body that holds your beautiful heart and the beautiful heart that holds your soul. From every bit and piece of you, that is all for me to love until I can no longer feel.”

You feel your face get more red with every word being said. It absolutely stuns you to the core and you can’t get your mind to put together a sentence or a single word to say. You’re not used to this true unadulterated form of love. It completely fried your brain, and the only response or reaction you gave were tears.

“I…” You first choke out. “I didn’t do anything special.” You sob out. The big insecure part of you is in some way confused by his declaration. “All I’ve done is hurt you, Aki. I don’t understand.”

He quickly adjusts your positions enough to fully face you from above. Your eyes are bloodshot red, cheeks wet from tears. It’s so painful to see the doubts you’ve had hidden from him resurface but he doesn’t mind. Cause you’re you. He loves you for you, therefore he loves all that comes with you.

Aki starts to kiss your tears and gently guides you to sit up on his lap. Both his hands on your cheeks, wiping the remaining falling tears with his thumbs.

“Hurt is inevitable. We’re human, hurting others will always happen whether we intended to or not. I forgive you love, because I understand what it’s like to be scared of connecting. Especially in the field we’re working in.” His voice is tender and gentle, reassuring you with much sincerity.

He takes the time to really admire every little detail about you. How your hair frames your face. The little scratches and scars from Devil attacks on the cheeks he loves to kiss. How your eyes hold every single emotion that shapes the person you are today.

Your entire being is everything to him.

“You were made to be loved. I don’t care what person or experience made you believe you weren’t but I’m telling you this now sincerely that you were made to be loved inside and out.”

As each word escapes his lips, he can’t help but inch your face closer and closer and closer until his lips just barely hover over yours.

“Especially by me.”

There was a part of you that wanted to scream at him for lying. For spewing out such bullshit to you at this moment. Cause how can someone so beautiful like him love someone so complex and messy like you? How is that possible?

Whatever the case was, there was a stronger, more hopeful side to you that believes everything he claims. It constantly clashes swords with your insecurities. The same insecurities that made you push him away.

And you know better than to do that now.

He watches the way your eyes light up just a bit as a smile forms. “I love you Aki. Thank you for being…. You.”

It’s after saying that you finally lean in and kiss him with all the same love and care he has for you. He makes no mistake to delay this. Kissing you back with all his entirety. Your souls intertwine through an invisible bond the more the kiss deepens. Unspoken love of affirmations set ablaze the passion you have for each other.

And in that very moment, both of you knew no matter how much time you guys wasted wishing and counting your regrets. You still had each other. As bittersweet as it is, that’s all anyone could ask for.

Well… Aki is hoping he could ask for your hand in marriage but let’s leave that for another time.

A/N: thanks for reading! please let me know if you see any mistakes with the gn!reader pov, this is my first :)

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oleicim · 9 months

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i wanna be a hayakawa child too pls can u write gn reader living with aki denji and power (mainly focusing on aki being a dad cuz it's funny to me LMAOO) and if you feel like it can the reader be a bit younger than denji and power maybe 14-15? just some random kid they picked off the streets and who aspires to be a devil hunter like aki

PART OF THE FAMILY

PAIRS: p!denji hayakawa x reader ,, p!power hayakawa x reader ,, & p!aki hayakawa x reader

WARNINGS: mention of starvation and uncleanliness ,, angsty attributes overall. reference to suicide, but not detailed at all-no character death. poor self-esteem (aki)

CIELO'S NOTE: this is so over the place but i hope its still okay!! there is no makima in this okay so we are all happy and living together in #peace because thats what everyone deserves... i seriously need to start proofreading

ONE ASSUMPTION MANY SHARED ON WHAT TYPE OF PERSON AKI HAYAKAWA WAS THAT HE WAS HEARTLESS. he seemed so, with that stoic expression and nonchalance of his in many situations where he should’ve shown distraught. but aki was the direct opposite of everything that word conveyed, all the antonyms of it gathered because aki wasn’t heartless, he was compassionate, just discreetly so.

although when the rumors of aki being heartless were asked to him, he’d say he was. it was only because he truly dreamt of being that disconnected from the world so he could just feel the immense pain and sorrow that continuously flooded his veins every minute of the day just disperse just for a second. but even this plain out rejection of the true caring quality he had; it could never be erased. as much as he agreed to the rumors and attempted to force this indifference people assumed of him, he did a number of selfless actions in the shadows that would always prove that he just couldn’t be that person.

so, even as he tried to still yet again close himself off from being humane, he couldn’t help but feel that familiar quality of caring when he had saw your malnourished body shivering in the alleyway. you were just a kid, younger looking than the idiots he’s grown to love. your eyes gleaming still, and it guffawed him that you still had that light in your eyes.

seeing you also reminded him of himself, when the gun devil massacre occurred and had left him as lonely and shivering as you were now. that’s what ultimately led him to stretch out his hand towards you. he wouldn’t allow anyone suffer the same fate he had been bestowed of, not when he has the choice to prevent that. he took the part as your sort of saving angel, despite his personal belief that he was still more of a corrupted being.

he told you then that you could only stay with him till you could pick yourself up, ideally a week to get some food in you and hydrate as well as bathe. but that week ultimately turned into two weeks, then three to four until it turned into months and to the point where the days are still counting.

you’ve got a drawer of clothes in aki’s dresser now, pair of shoes fitted in-between the space of denji’s and aki’s at the front door. you even have your own home slippers, a different color from the rest of the residents in the hayakawa household.

you were part of the family.

now it wasn’t hard to warm up to power, and in a short time you both were so close she said you will be her right-hand when she becomes president, learning that the role she deemed for you is actually called vice-president from a tired aki during dinner.

she's certainly overwhelming, with her shameless antics and loud boasts, but you don’t mind. it's better than the loneliness the streets gave you.

she uses you as her alibi or brings you in when she gets a scolding from aki so you could defend her, and because aki blatantly has shown that he favors you more than others she always gets off the hook.

besides that, “abuse” which aki calls it, power has her own way of doting on you and showing she does truly care, such as throwing out your vegetables during meals, so you won't endure its “nastiness” (that's what she says.)

she lets you play with meowy, and there are times you two and the kitty fall asleep together on the sofa, which has become your favorite pastime. power is unbelievably warm, and oddly soft to the touch. she crawls and latches onto you like a koala, and cradles you like she’s protecting you from the outside world. she lets you in on pranks and dangerous activities that lead aki to give her another scolding, and a firm warning to you.

denji is different, but not in a bad way. he at first was annoying and rejected you, but that was till he learned why you live with them, and then he started to warm up because you also reminded him of himself. he treats you now like power, doting on you with a faux annoyance at first to the action. he bathes you if you're too tired, and lets you poke and prod him and gives you a goodnight kiss on the forehead before you slip in the sheets of aki’s bed for the night.

he honestly looks after you more than he does for himself, making sure you're fine and well before he thinks about what he needs to do for him. that ends in late nights where he comes back from a mission and is so exhausted and weak that you help him swallow down a meal aki cooked earlier, as he hadn't eaten in many hours but made sure he begged aki to make dinner your favorite meal before he left.

what he does for you makes you choke back a sob at night when you think about it and how truly kind he is at heart.

but neither the softhearted but unhinged siblings of yours could take the place of aki’s as your favorite out of everyone in the unofficial family. aki hayakawa gave you everything, the normalcy of a domestic life that you were sure you wouldn't have been able to gain back out in the dirty alleyways. no one can ever top the amount of gratitude and admiration you have for the stoic man.

there’s also something special about how aki treats you, it's a contrast from how he is perceived. he treats you softly. you at times have to pout and tell him you're not a toddler because of how gentle he is, which he always gives out a breath of a laugh and a ghost of a smile in response.

he buys you anything you see, within certain extents, when he brings you out with him for mundane things like grocery shopping. and even then, any expensive item you like will end up in a couple weeks' time in a gift bag by your side of the bed.

theres also the fact of when you first came to live with them, and when everyone, including yourself, warmed up, he learned how to braid your hair. he wanted to help you out, as your hair had grown out a lot from the amount of time of you were out there. he learned the simple braid and that was your hairstyle till he reluctantly picked up scissors and watched a video on the decided hairstyle you wanted, even buying other products to keep up the maintenance your hair needed.

he was ultimately the father figure you dreamt of on those cold nights on concrete, and you couldn't have asked for anyone better so that's why even with denji’s selfless acts and power’s constant love nagging he still remained your favorite. even with his grumpy and nonchalant attitude, you loved him.

and aki equally loved you, so hearing your new boasts of how you wanted to be just like him made his heart stop and his breathing hitch. it was quite clear that aki didn't have a great self-image of himself, he was a man previously living solely on avenging his family, he was rage and depression bottled up and living on the brink of breaking, until you and the others came along. but that inner turmoil still left its fragments inside of him, and aki didn't ever want you to feel or be the same way as him. he doesn't want you to endure the mornings where he has to remember he has people that truly care for him now, that he has people to live for, to protect, so he won’t make a life altering decision.

he knows your words come from a good heart, aki knows that you see him as your savior and he feels a little better at the thought of being a saint to someone such as you. but he still grimaces internally when you state you’ll be as great as him, he loves you so much that it hurts in good and bad ways when he hears your idolization. he’s not what you think, he tells himself, but you do. you’ve grown to know who he is underneath that tough facade and still continue to want to be like him.

you admire his strength for what he has endured, and want to be like him in that aspect. you want your compassionate quality to be as large as his so you could help people like he helped you. he’s your favorite, through in and out and you want to be everything he is.

this all brought you here, standing in front of the television and blocking the comedic show from your unofficial siblings and father figure. they all stared at you, denji’s brows furrowed with an open jaw that you guess is about to let out an annoyed question to what you're doing, whilst power just stared at you with the same intensity denji had, while aki just bored his attention onto you.

“hey! what are you-”

before he could finish the sentence, you had predicted to note, you looked straight at aki, a newfound determination set on your features as you clenched your fists.

“i wanna be a devil hunter jus’ like you!”

your words reverberated against the walls of the apartment, and you could see the eyes of aki and denji widen in reaction, but to your surprise you could see more shock coming from aki. you had thought about this decision for a while, your admiration blossoming for aki as each day passes and it's become so overwhelming that you couldn't just not take an actual step towards being just like him.

denji smirked, puffing his chest as he let out a sigh. “ah, i knew you’d want to be as good as me!” he exclaimed, and your own brows furrowed, and you drifted your attention from aki towards your brother who took the direction of your statement to himself. “what!? not you, idiot!!!!” you rebutted, which resulted in an obnoxious laugh from power, her body falling to the floor as she held her stomach and kicked her legs, spurting out words of insults to denji as he started to argue with power in frustrated embarrassment.

the bickering got louder as the two started to fight, and you chose to ignore them like always and looked back at the stunned aki. the man sat there still with crossed legs, but his gaze seems clouded as he was lost in thought.

“aki?” you said, moving to sit down on the floor next to him, his glossed over eyes moving with you as he kept his stare on you. the man then blinked, once, twice, before he seemed to snap out of his world.

aki knew you’d eventually start to take steps towards your admiration, but not this soon. it was endearing and scary and oh so overstimulating to think about your decision. but he knew you long enough that the determination of yours could never die out, the proof being the light that still gleamed in your eyes on that day he found you.

“really? are you sure?...” his words are soft but had a firm tone, and his seeming acceptance to your words throw you off a bit. you nod after a few beats of silence between you two, the bickers of your siblings drowning out in the background as you focused on the conversation with aki. “yes. i want to be jus’ like you aki.” you confirmed, and before he can refute that he isn't everything you say he is you speak again. “i wanna be able to be strong enough to protect people i love jus’ like you, to save others so they dont leave behind people who will be on the streets like me.” the explanation that falls off your lips made aki’s bustling mind quiet for seconds, your words being drunk in by him.

then, he nodded, slowly, then reached out, moving your body to rest against his side as your head found place in the crook of his neck and your body unconsciously melts into a cradle position beside him. his left hand stretches to rest on the arm that's tucked in front of your body, and the other is placed on top of your head. it was his last chance to properly shield you from the world before throwing you back in it.

“okay, we’ll start with basics, no devil contracts or actual battles just yet.”

CIELO'S SECRETS !!

aki legally adopted you so your last name is actually hayakawa! your siblings are still waiting to gain their actual hayakawa last name :P

i rewrote this 5 times and i still cant seem to like it >:( but this one was the best version! i liked writing about the siblings tee hee.

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madame-fear · 9 months

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*ೃ༄ 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 .ೃ࿐

★ amira speaks : an anon once requested this as a short drabble, but idk why Tumblr doesn’t show me now the request to directly answer it ahhh anyways enjoy! — summary : after nearly dying at the hands of his uncle in Storm’s End, you take care of Lucerys while he recovers. — word counter : 560

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x reader — genre : smut, short drabble.

TW | handjob, mentions of near death.

“Hmm,”

Lucerys weakly groaned, as his crimson-tinted face hid on the crook of your neck. The sound of his quiet pleas were accompanied by the hooting of the owls outside his chambers late at night, as you visited Luke while he recovered from the grave injuries he got on Storm’s End.

Your hand had slipped under the silky bedsheets, the same one that covered the entirety of his body up to his neck. You created soft rustling sounds as your fist continously moved in a leisure, tender manner up and down on his hardened genitalia. After suffering a stressing event of near death, all he needed was to be smothered in your affection, and warmth.

“Do you like this, my Prince?” his hardened member twitched in your fist while you played with it, cooing on a low tone, feeling how warm his shaft had become. Having little to no experience on this topics, it was expected of him to be this easily aroused; especially when it came to you. As he hid his whimpering expression on your neck, his quivering hand gripped your dress desperately, releasing grunts and sighs. The future Velaryon Lord lacked response, feeling dumbfounded and fogged by the pleasure you bought him.

“P-Please,” lucerys managed to whisper, in a trembling voice. His hitched breathing was hot against your skin. “Don’t stop...” a side smirk was formed on the corner of your lip at hearing him beg. Your movements increased ever so slightly, but enough to properly tease him. He was near from his release, you could feel it coming from how louder his grunts had became.

The grunts soon shifted to proper moans, whispering your name under his sharpened breathing. A true satisfying experience for your hearing, noticing how his moans soon occupied the entirety of his quarters, along the way your fist wrapped around his size rapidly moved for both of your pleasure.

While your nails caringly scraped his back ever so slowly, he deeply buried his face on your chest, with lips partly open yet enough to release a muffled scream of pleasure, simultaneously feeling his seed be released on your hand. It was sticky, and warm - he felt a bit embarrassed to have stained your delicate, fragile little hand.

Weakly lifting his green eyes to your own, with a certain heavily flustered puppy look on his beauteous face, he panted exhausted. You knew he was about to speak something, perhaps regarding about how he had no control over his discharge from staining your hand, but you interrupted him. You leaned closer to him, planting your lips on his cheek, and slided to whisper on his ear very smoothly.

“I don’t plan on stopping any of this, Luke. Not tonight, not any soon.”

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — AKI x FEM READER

Aki’s always rescuing you.

wc — 1k

tags — suggestive

“Have you drank before?”

“Of course,” you say with more confidence than you feel. You neglect to mention that you’ve only had a sip of beer at your father’s knee, or just one half swallow of a shot from someone else’s glass under someone else’s watchful supervision.

That someone else steps in to defend you now, as he always does. You feel a strange surge of annoyance and gratitude, always needing to be looked after like a puppy that’s wandered too far from its owner. Aki’s right there to scruff you when you get too reckless.

“Cut that out,” he says, annoyed. “You’re pressuring her.”

“Ooh,” Arai smirks. “You hear that, guys? Aki’s got a crushhh-“

He’s cut off by a near collision with Aki’s leg as he gets up to almost effortlessly pluck you off the floor. You yelp as he raises you up so smoothly it’s like it takes nothing out of him at all.

He’s so cool.

Aki tugs you away from the crowd and outside.

“You didn’t have to,” you start lamely, then stop. It’s too awkward. You know Aki always spoils you, but you don’t know how to get him to stop when part of you knows you deserve it. Not his attention, but his overprotectiveness. You’ve gotten yourself into enough sticky situations that he’s then had to bail you out of to protest.

Tonight alone, he’s taken half the shots that are meant for you. He doesn’t even make you suffer for it, casually swiping it out of your hand before you can bring it to your mouth. It makes you uncomfortable, not with him, but with the care he handles you with.

Aki’s patient. He waits while you collect your thoughts. It crosses your mind suddenly - an idle thought wondering what would it take for him to snap - before you bat it away like a particularly annoying fly.

“I feel bad, y’know? You’re always looking after me.”

“Someone has to,” he says off-handedly before your hurt expression tells him he’s clearly said the wrong thing.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just- You don’t have to feel bad. I’m happy to.”

He takes your hand in his gently, not thinking much of it. His skin is cool to the touch, a soothing balm against your frayed nerves. You hate work parties. The alcohol makes you dizzy, everyone’s too loud, and the heat is headache inducing. Power’s body is too warm next to yours, and she jostles you with every loud anecdote she recalls. You’d rather be here with Aki on the balcony. Absentmindedly, you play with his fingers.

Aki’s hands, like everything about him, are elegant and beautiful. His nails are constantly trimmed within a centimeter of standard protocol, as immaculate as the guidebook’s. Denji’s nails are too long because he can’t be bothered to cut them. Sometimes he paints them black because Kobeni told him girls are into that, other times they’re the color of whatever gunk is trapped underneath them. Aki tells him off often for it. His demands that Denji wash his hands fall on deaf ears.

Aki tries to set a good example, though he doesn’t succeed. He moisturizes every night, slicking his hands up to his wrists with lotion so they stay soft, even in this line of work. The drag of skin over skin is delicate, scented oils perfuming the pulse points in his wrist. His knuckles are slightly bigger than the width of his fingers, making them appear bonier and more fragile than they are. Each finger tapers to a soft curve, his nails ivory crescents.

His thumb presses against the divot on your hand between your thumb and forefinger as he readjusts his grip. Long, graceful, pale fingers belonging to a hand that swallows yours whole. Your throat is dry. The point of connection between you two feels like everything and nothing at the same time.

With his free hand, he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket. This isn’t hard to accomplish with one hand. Lighting up is much harder. Aki struggles to hit the wheel, sparks flying but never igniting.

You can’t tell if that’s a blush or if the evening light is playing tricks on you. It doesn’t matter. He’s still cool to you.

Wordlessly, you take the lighter from him and ignite his cigarette. He tips his head back ever so slightly as he takes his first drag of tobacco that hour.

Addict.

There’s no rebuke in your thoughts, only fondness.

You can see the sweet relief on his face as his eyelids close. The profile of his face in the dim flame is stark, shadows like bruises against his cheekbones. Smoke haloes his head. He looks like a remorseful saint from an old painting, the paper yellowed with age around the edges.

While he’s distracted, you try to sneak a hand in his pocket. He traps you instantly, hand caught between his and his side.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He narrows his eyes at you, the way he does at Denji and Power when they’re being suspiciously nice. When they do it, it usually means they’ve ruined something in the house. He knows full well what it means when you do it.

“Getting a cigarette?” You try for an innocent smile.

“Nice try,” he laughs in your face as he pulls your hand out of his pocket. You grab at it anyways, fingers closing around empty air.

“But Aki-“

“Actually, stand back.”

Confused, you retreat an inch. He can’t really be that mad at you for something so small, can he?

“More.”

“Aki!”

“Second-hand smoke is bad for you. Maybe you should head inside.”

His smile is too crooked to be fake. All at once, you realize he’s messing with you.

“Tease,” you grumble. The wind picks up again and you resist the urge to sneeze. Aki opens his coat and gestures you closer. His skin is as cold as always so it doesn’t help much, but his body blocks out the elements. The circle of his arms is tight around you, his chin hard where it digs into the top of your head. His hands slide to your waist, gentle pressure wrapped around your hips. He smells like ash and tobacco, a little unpleasant but nullified by the warm vanilla spice of his perfume. You know he doesn’t like cologne.

Aki is muscle, sinew, bone - alive, painfully so. You sear this moment into your memory, knowing all too well what a miracle life is in a profession like yours.

“Stop thinking,” Aki mutters against your ear, muffled by the stick of his own death he holds between his teeth.

You obey as his hands creep up your body.

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gojou-violin · 1 year

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this is enough

| pairing: aki hayakawa x fem bodied!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI, chainsaw man manga spoilers, sad(?) sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, (breeding kink if you know aki and if you squint really hard), bad smut writing from me.

| wc: 3.3k

| a/n: when can i be happy after reading csm?

| taglist: @sintiva (just this once cuz i sent this ask), @aylitgirl

Aki wasn't one to tell others the truth when he was struggling. He liked to bottle it up for the sake of suffering alone so that no one else had to worry about him or be burdened with his own "stupid" problems, especially when it came to the deals he'd made over the years with different devils who wanted this and that from him. Out of everyone you knew, you were sure that you were the only person in his life who knew every detail of what he was enduring.

The Curse Devil was the first to take from him. In exchange for time off his life, Aki could kill his opponents simply by stabbing them three times with the sword he always carried around with him. The first time you met Aki, he had a good twenty years to live... Now, he was close to two years...

The Fox Devil wanted from Aki what he wanted from every human he made contracts with: skin. There were days when Aki would leave the house whole, and when he'd come home that night, he'd have his arm bandaged up because the Fox Devil took the skin from his forearm. Aki always insisted that it was fine, that it was his curse to bear because it was a contract he made willingly; but that didn't change the fact that you forced him to go to the hospital every time in order to receive skin grafts.

The only time you'd ever seen Aki so scared about his future was after he came home to tell you that he made a new contract with the Future Devil who was living in his right eye. It was necessary after the Fox Devil got fed up with him and would no longer come to him even when the situation was dire and Aki was willing to give up everything he had to offer just for the sake of winning his fights-- So your husband had a Devil living in his eye now... Punishment, you supposed, for getting to see seconds into the future whenever Aki needed during battles.

Part of you couldn't understand how he had made all of these deals for the sake of surviving out there while up against all kinds of powerful Devils, yet none of them could save him when it mattered most. Where had his squad been? Where had they allowed this terrible thing to happen to him?

"You have to stop that," Aki whispered from across the table.

You looked over at him with a brow raised, just in time to catch him staring down at your bouncing knee. He always knew when you were overthinking something. It was so obvious by how you'd go quiet after getting lost in thought, and your knee would shake, and your hands would fidget on your lap.

You two were supposed to be on vacation, so why were you thinking about what happened when it was all in the past and nothing could change the outcome, even if you tried your very best. The doctors were good enough. They did their jobs as soon as Aki was taken to the hospital. It could have been worse. You both knew it. He could have been killed like some of his coworkers, or he could have come back in more pieces, or neither of his arms could have been reconnected like one of his friends.

It happened in the middle of the night a week ago. You got a call that Aki was in the hospital after his squad went to fight the Doll Devil who took both of Aki's arms. She snatched them clean off his body without so much as a blink of an eye or an inhale of her breath. It happened in a second, he told you later. One moment they were looking around, the next, he had no arms and was passing out on the ground. When he woke back up, he was in the hospital, you sitting next to him, holding onto his hand, the only one they could reattach after hours of surgery.

"Come here," he continued to whisper. It was like he was scared to disturb the gorgeous night you two were enjoying silently in the dark hotel room that had been gifted to you after he was put on leave due to his injuries.

Aki wanted to get back to work the second he was released from the hospital, however, his superiors denied the request, and to ensure that he stayed away, they sent the two of you to a hotel outside of the city for the weekend where you could relax and he could recover a bit more before actually going back. You knew that there was no stopping him. He was going to go back to work one way another, even if it ended up killing him faster than the Curse Devil promised; even though it would kill you to get a call that he wasn't in the hospital because he had died.

"Baby, come here," he spoke up a bit more to grab your attention.

Without thinking twice, your feet carried you out of your chair and over to him. His lap was warm as he used his one good hand to grab your hip and pull you close until you were straddling him, your faces close his nose bumping yours sweetly. It was cold outside. At some point in the evening you had considered going out to get food at a nearby restaurant before you looked out the window to see that a snow storm had rolled in, trapping the two of you in the hotel which lost power nearly an hour later. That was alright, though. Aki wanted to spend a quiet night in. He liked watching the snowfall, so you both pulled up chairs to the window to lounge around while you waited for shitty food service to arrive. There wasn’t much the kitchen could make in a power outage, but the pint of ice cream they had to get rid of before it melted served the two of you well for a bit. Once you were done eating, though, that was when your thoughts began to drift, and Aki noticed that something was off.

Did he know how worried you were about him? Did he realize that every time you glanced at his missing arm, your heart wrenched in your chest? When would he finally say “fuck it” and leave that damn Devil Hunter career of his behind just to spend his last few years alive with you, the person who needed him around or nothing seemed right—

“Darling,” he cooed.

You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he’d stay close and continue to nudge his nose against your cheek as he left kisses along your jawline.

“It’s okay.”

“I know that.”

He hummed a thought. “It’ll be okay.”

You couldn’t think of any kind of proper response to that because you weren’t sold on the idea that it would actually be alright. He had two years left, if that. How much longer was he willing to suffer? He’d given up his skin, his eye, his entire arm— You couldn’t give him up to the Curse Devil. You couldn’t. That monster would have to go through you before he could ever get to Aki.

“I’m here. I’ve always been here. That’s enough, isn’t it? Being here… Right now… Just the two of us… That’s enough.”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck suddenly as you croaked, “That’s enough…”

He nodded. “Exactly.” He was gently kissing the side of your head until you perked back up again then leaned in to kiss him. “Darling…” he mumbled against your lips.

“You’ve gotta stop scaring me like this. Please.”

His lips hovered over yours as he hesitated to reply. “I’m sorry.”

As he kissed you again, your fingers found the ends of his hair, gently tugging in order to ground yourself in the thought that it was enough, he was right, it was okay, and it would be okay. If Aki was sure that everything would be alright, then it had to be true. Afterall, you were the only person in the world who ever knew what he was really thinking and what he was struggling with. If anything was amiss with him, you’d be the first to know. It was okay. Being with him was enough.

Aki managed to find dominance in your kiss even though he was below you and all he could do was hold onto you with his one hand as you moved ever so slowly and lightly along his lap. A voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to stop because Aki was supposed to be resting; but your body was ahead of reason. Some desperate part of you was taking over. There was an urge tugging at your heart and a coil that was twisting in your stomach because you missed him— Even though he was right there, in your arms— You missed him. You were terrified of the past, you were dreading the future, and your whole body was begging to forget it all by simply being with him as a reminder that he was in fact there, that he was real, that he was okay, and that it was enough to be with him in that hotel room as you waited for the power to turn back on.

“Fuck—” Aki slid his hand around you so that he could palm your ass roughly. “Don’t stop—” He was trying to help you in your endeavor to get both of you off through your bathrobes.

But it couldn’t be helped. Even though he was moaning in your mouth as his hand gripped your ass while he moved you back and forth, you had to hesitate just to tear his robe apart, revealing his growing erection. Another minute or so and he’d be ready—

“Fuck, ‘Ki—” You were caught too off guard by him sliding his hand back along your hip and down to your clit that he found so easily, using his fingers expertly to tease the pearl roughly.

There was a bit of urgency to the way both of you were moving, like you needed to fuck each other in the next few seconds or you’d explode; yet it was all still so gentle, quiet, and oddly romantic. Whenever you and Aki were at home together, back when Denji and Power didn’t live with you, the two of you were worse than rabbits, the way you’d fuck constantly. Aki was the adrenaline rush type of guy. He loved finding different ways to please you. This hole, that hole, these fingers, this toy. This kink, that kink. This position, that position. Whatever it took to make you scream his name every day and night, Aki tried it. But there were times, very rarely, honestly, when it came down to basics where it was just you and him and the simple idea of fucking each other. No fancy toys, no crazy kinks, and no planning prior to the sex so that everything was safe and consentual because that was just how crazy it could get sometimes. This was the purest thing it could be: Two people in love who needed each other.

“I’m ready,” you insisted while reaching down to wrap your hand around his length.

Aki hissed at the feeling. “Okay— Fuck—” He moaned your name as you aligned his tip with your slick entrance.

As you slid down slowly onto his length, Aki’s fingers on your clit hesitated for a moment as he forgot how to simply breathe. It wasn’t until you were fully settled down that he finally let out a breath and threw his head back. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck. You nipped and licked enough to make sure that a hickey would surface soon to let the whole world know that you put it there because you loved him because he was only yours. He could make a million contracts with Devils just to sell his soul off— It didn’t matter because his heart was all yours.

“Is it okay if I move?”

Aki nodded eagerly. “Go on.”

With moans escaping both of you simultaneously, you rolled your hips in a circle just to test how deep he could reach inside of you. Aki wasn’t the largest man by any means, but he wasn’t small either. Though he wasn’t very thick, he made up for it in length, which meant that he could hit spots in you that you thought were impossible before you met him. He liked to watch your face burn bright whenever he’d fuck you because you were shocked by him every time. It just seemed outrageous that you’d think he was done but he’d keep going and going until finally his pelvis hit your skin and you knew he’d given you everything. He thought it was entertaining to see you so surprised. But this time, it wasn’t like that. You were on top, ready to take every inch, and you were testing the waters to see where you could get him to go if you rolled your hips left vs. right, and what would happen if you lifted up slightly then rolled around in a circle.

Aki’s fingers flicked your clit whenever you lifted up slightly. If you weren’t down against his thighs, then he had enough room to play with you, which is exactly what he wanted because the whimpers that left your mouth as you bit your lip were just so perfect. And to you, whenever you’d be pressed down all the way, you felt like you were in heaven whenever he’d groan your name. It was like hearing him chant a prayer. The way he’d break with a few curse words and a name of an angel— your name… Fuck, he was perfect.

“I love you.” Aki’s lips captured yours in another passionate kiss.

You could tell that it was difficult for him to find way to keep you closer than you already were, and that was only because he used to dig his fingers into your hips just to make sure you couldn’t get away from him; but without his other arm, he was forgetting how to hold onto you, and you could see it in his lust-heavy eyes that he was worried about losing you. He was probably asking himself what would happen if he didn’t hold you on his lap? Would you groan and go to bed? Absolutely not! He wasn’t less adequate. He wasn’t worth less now. He wasn’t going to lose you. What such stupid thoughts posessed him whenever he was worried about you.

“I love you,” you responded desperately. You needed him to believe you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He must have known that you knew what he was thinking because his fingers worked faster on your clit and he kissed you so hard you almost got knocked backwards. If it weren’t for the fact that you were holding onto his shoulders, you probably would have fallen onto the floor.

“I love you, baby. Fuck— Love you so, so much.”

You whimpered into the kiss, “‘Ki…”

“Hmm, darling?”

“Don’t stop…”

It was difficult to keep reminding yourself that you needed to put in the work to move around on his cock while he was trying to force you towards an orgasm that you could already anticipate would knock the wind out of you. Somehow he was fine. He was moaning, sure, but he had regained enough sense since throwing his head back to know that it was up to him to keep kissing you and playing with your stiff clit; and you just had to breathe. Just breathe. It didn’t matter that you could feel him so far in you that your legs were shaking. It didn’t matter that you were squeezing so tight around his length that you could feel him twitching as he got close, too. It didn’t matter that you were teetering on the edge. All you wanted was to remind both of you what this all meant: Two people who were madly in love who needed each other.

“I need you, Aki.”

It wasn’t a “need” of the sexual variety— Though that was certainly true, as well. You said it because it meant that you needed him to live. You needed him to find some kind of way to stick around longer than two years. Whatever contract he’d have to make, there had to be some Devil out there who’d like to keep him alive longer than the Curse Devil wanted simply because Aki could be of use. Right? Someone had to want or need him as much as you.

“I know,” he whispered kindly.

It sounded almost like he was taking pity on you�� A thought that you could bear, so you hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder as you fucked him faster. You didn’t need him to feel sorry for you, you just needed him to be there, to be enough.

“Darling, I’m close…”

You did your best to maintain your speed and balance as you continued to do what was working. He seemed to love it when he was buried inside of you to the hilt, so you stayed down and grinded on his hips in circles.

“Fuck, darling— Fuck— I’m close— Shit—”

For someone who took pride in his mature vocabulary and “proper” dialect, it was amazing to you that you could break him down to nothing but curse words oh-so-easily.

“In me, ‘Ki,” you begged.

“Shit—”

The knot in your stomach tightened suddenly. The build up went straight down to where you were connected to him, so you instinctively squeezed around his length, forcing him to tip over the edge. You came as he twitched inside of you. A guttural groan left him while he came hard, his cum ending up exactly where you both agreed it belonged.

Your thrusting slowly winded down until you were at a complete stop, both of you panting while you came down from your highs, his cock still a bit hard as he relaxed against the cushions beneath him. You fell into his chest a bit more.

“Won’t you look at me?” he asked you.

With a bit of bravery you managed to conjure up, you lifted your head from his shoulder. It was then that you suddenly noticed that his eyes were watery and red, a sign that he was on the verge of breaking down for the first time in so long.

You panicked and rushed to kiss him. “I’m sorry—”

“I need you, too,” he insisted. “I’ve always needed you.” He kissed you again. “It’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll make it okay. I’m not going anywhere… Not yet at least.”

You hated words like that from him. “Not yet at least.” Couldn’t he just lie and promise that he’d be around forever? Just to make you forget for a little bit longer that the inevitable was on the horizon, that he’d lose more than just his arm, and that you’d eventually miss him and there’d be nothing you could do about it anymore. No more sitting on his lap. No more kissing him. No more hugging his body as he’d cum inside of you. No more hoping and praying that maybe you’d get pregnant and there’d be a part of him to remember him by after he’d die. He could lie to you, and you wouldn’t get mad, so long as it was about him always being there.

“I love you,” was all you could bear to say after you kissed him one last time before resting your head on his shoulder again.

Aki hugged his arm around your body and sniffled. “I love you, too.”

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any aki fics in your drafts ? :)

oh I have... too many... most of them are just small scraps I'll probably never truly finish, but the current draft I was working on (before bg3 brainworms possessed me) was my elf prince aki x witch reader fic...

it's about 10k words right now! definitely will resume working on it when I've finished a few more tidbits for bg3. I'm experimenting with making it my first true multi chapter fic (under the influence was more of a super long one shot just split up...)

basically aki is the prince of a well established kingdom and reader is a witch, magic has been outlawed so their relationship is forbidden... I'll share a small bit of it for you...

There's a man leant on the door, your door, clutching his side. His clothes are simple, pants and a tunic with long sleeves, nothing you'd place as out of the ordinary. Knights from the kingdom would be wearing armor covered in motifs of the royal family's crest, and even commoners would most likely be donning a necklace or a pin or something that'd identify them. You glance him up and down, and he seems to have none of that.

Surrounding the hand he has pressed into his side, the off-white of his tunic is stained a dark red you can notice even with only the stars and moon to illuminate him. You feel an ache twist in your gut. His chest heaves as he struggles to breathe. His hair is dark and shoulder-length, tied in a half-up style, a small ponytail on the back of his head. Poking out from his hair is a pair of distinct pointed ears. They're decorated by an array of studs and hoops, with black, star shaped earrings hanging from his lobes.

You watch his jaw tighten as he speaks, the bridge of his nose in a knot, "Please, I don't mean any harm, I was-" He winces, sucking in a breath through his teeth, "I was training in the woods, and suddenly became overwhelmed by devils- I won't be a bother, I only want to rest until the storm clears. And then, I'll be on my way. I swear it."

Devils?

Wait. Your gaze flickers to his expression, pinched slightly as he tries to hide his discomfort. Then, to his side, his hand pressed to an obvious wound, blood staining his fingertips and speckling the sleeve of his shirt. This is your fault.

When you head into the woods to forage, you cast your distraction spell on the opposite side to lure demons over to it, giving you temporary safety. Sometimes there are stragglers, but most of the demons will head towards the area, drawn by the rune without their control.

This man sounds like he's telling the truth, and he's clearly injured. If he came here alone to train, he must've been expecting a fight he could win. But you sent every single demon in the area to one location; a risky spell, but effective as long as you know where it's been cast. He didn't.

Even after the spell had been dispersed, even once the rain came down and the demons ran to hide in their holes, there would still be a ton of them, all in one place. Hell, as far as you're concerned, he's lucky to be standing. He could have suffered a whole lot worse than just a single injury.

But what if there's more wounds you can't see?

You take a step away from the door. The rain continues to drum overhead, and you hear the man briefly stumble, mumbling a swear to himself through gritted teeth. Your heart is pounding, and you don't know what to do.

You shouldn't let him in. You shouldn't help him, shouldn't heal him, you should pretend no-one's home and leave him be without meddling. You know that, and yet you can't help but tell yourself you need to help him, you can't shake this feeling that you're the only one who can.

There isn't anyone else out here, not for miles. He won't make it out in this storm, and if he leaves the protection of the cottage he'll surely be attacked again. From what you can see, he doesn't even have a weapon on him, and even if he tries to run you doubt he'd make it far.

It's been a while since you've last met or spoken to someone, you haven't since those knights a long while ago. You hear a faint knock at the door once more, and your lips part, although you aren't sure what to say. Ultimately, you're silent, but you shuffle over to the kitchen in a hurry, stumbling through cabinets to search for what medicine you have left.

Although you shouldn't, you can't help but care about him, even if you hardly know him. You can't let him in, that much is true. He walked over the mushroom circle with no problem, so you're assuming he can't detect spells. Regardless though, your cottage is covered in magical items, in spellbooks that were supposed to be burned with the rest of them. And you aren't the best at keeping your cool, if you say one wrong thing and he somehow discovers you're a mage, his injuries will be the least of your concerns.

You'll give him some standard medicine, nothing infused with magic, just some herbs and some ointment for his wound. Then, you'll tell him you can't accept visitors, and he must be on his way. That's the most you can do for him.

You gather the herbs, the ointment, and some bandages, placing them all in a small, spare pouch you found on the counter. You walk over to the door, hands shaking as you attempt to gather the courage to open it. You'll be fine, he won't know a thing, you'll be just fine.

"Okay," The man's smooth voice starts from behind the door, he sounds slightly out of breath, "I don't think anyone is home, so I'm… I'm going to try to come in now. I'm not robbing you, just need to get the hell out of this rain- Please, don't kill me."

Shit.

The door unlocks in a hurry then, you fling it open and the man sways forward, almost tripping once what he was leaning on disappears. He's rather tall, even taller when he stands up straight. Deep blue eyes meet yours and you must be making a face, because he's quickly making amends.

"Thank the Gods. It's okay," He says, he gives you a reassuring look, but his skin is pale and he seems lightheaded, "It isn't as bad as it looks, I'll be… fine, I'm…"

With one more stumble, his eyelids flutter, his knees buckle and he falls into you, giving you just enough time to catch him. You squeak in surprise, he's already limp in your arms and you're barely able to hold up his weight. Rain pelts the ground, and in between the rhythmic drone, tiny droplets of blood slowly splatter against the floor of your cabin with a plip, plip.

Damn. And you were hoping to eat your stew while it was still hot.

also including this small part even tho it doesn't have anything to do with anything because... aki's cute when he's introducing himself...

"I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?" He starts, a hand extended out for you to shake, "You can call me Aki, I'm glad to be acquainted."

You'll allow him to stay, just long enough so he can recover, and then he'll have to be on his way. He can't discover you're a mage. A witch, as the kingdom would call it. If even a hint of suspicion arises, you have a potion that erases memory in case of emergencies — Once infused with a hint of your magic, he'll forget everything about you, up to the moment you'd met.

You won't give him the chance to be suspicious in the first place.

"Nice to meet you."

You don't take his hand. Instead, you give him a once over, and then you stride over to the fireplace, tossing in another log from the pile.

Aki lowers his hand slowly, placing it in his lap. "Could I know your name as well? I'd like to know who I should be thanking for saving my life."

"I'm going to bed," You head towards your bedroom, and you take one last look at him over your shoulder as your hand closes around the doorknob, "I'll be waking up early tomorrow to gather herbs for your medicine, I'll try not to wake you when I do. I suggest you get some rest, you won't regain your strength without it."

"Goodnight," Aki murmurs, before you can close your bedroom door behind you. "Sleep well."

#the fic is veryyyy self indulgent #and I haven't quite decided yet if I want to include any smut #either way anything spicy isn't the focal point #it's very much slow burny romance #in a fun fantasy setting lol #but isn't my writing always extremely self indulgent....#by the way I haven't edited this small section much #but feel free to let me know what you think.....#ask mags

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Chapter47: Epilogue Katsu settles in in Azuchi. Plus kittens.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

Azuchi, Six weeks later…

The maids were going to kill me. Having been one myself, I understood the frustration of someone dripping mud across a freshly cleaned floor. But even though I left my mucky geta at the entry, there was no way to stop the rest of my clothing from scattering dirty water all the way down the corridor.

“You should just let Katsuko decide.” Though I’d intended to go change into dry clothes, I ended up halting by the door to Mitsuhide’s office area when I heard Toshiie’s voice.

What is this all about?

Before I could hide behind the door to eavesdrop, Mitsuhide called out. “I hear you out there, Brat, you might as well come in.”

As I entered, both took in my barefoot and soaked appearance with varying levels of concern (Toshiie) and amusement (Mitsuhide). I sighed. “Yes. My horse dumped me in a puddle again. Yes, in front of Nobunaga.”

On the bright side it had been after the afternoon of negotiations with a contingent of Nanban merchants, so at least I hadn’t spent the day messy and uncomfortable. Far from being insulted that one of his entourage had suffered an embarrassing splat, Nobunaga had been amused by the whole thing. Though he was still an imposing authority figure, and a stern boss, I suspected that below all that was an inner troll.

Mitsuhide took off his socks and passed them to me.

“Funny. That horse never does that to Ieyasu.” Toshiie’s comment confirmed to me that Ieyasu had continued to secretly ride her on the days where I was occupied with my duties as Nobunaga’s translator.

Eager to move the conversation away from my latest riding mishap, I turned to Toshiie. “What are you doing here?”

Usually at this time of day, he was in Ieyasu’s manor, while the two spent the afternoons exchanging medical knowledge. Now looking much more like the brother I remembered, he’d been enthusiastically training in feudal medicine. To everyone’s surprise, Ieyasu appeared not only to tolerate his company, but actually enjoy it.

Immediately Toshiie clammed up, looking furtive. Mitsuhide simply raised his eyebrow. Oh. Another romantic gesture was incoming. Mitsuhide had taken to love bombing me with just-because gifts. The gestures were always thoughtful, though occasionally embarrassingly timed, such as when he had Keiji perform a K-pop ballad in the middle of a banquet. (“How did you remember all the lyrics and teach it to him?” “I have my ways.”)

Hm. I would get nothing out of Toshiie with Mitsuhide around – I would have to privately interrogate my brother later.

“Come over here – I haven’t seen my darling fiancée all day.” Mitsuhide patted a spot on the floor next to him. I was soaked and muddy, but… details. If Mitsuhide wanted to be covered with ambient muck, who was I to stop him? After kissing me thoroughly (much to Toshiie’s embarrassment) Mitsuhide easily switched to business mode. “Was your day a success?”

“Yes to the negotiation, no to the drawing.” Before leaving modern Japan, I had printed out a screencap of Father Slappy Hands, and Mai had tried to draw him wearing period appropriate costume. I’d taken the drawing with me to show it to the Nanban merchants, but none of them recognized him. Nor had I been able to locate Francisco to question him about the man (or the gun). He was still playing least-in-sight, and his business had been shuttered all winter.

Removing the drawing from the leather tube that had protected it when I splashed down, I unrolled it and showed it to Toshiie. “Do you remember this guy?” It was unlikely he would recognize the man who had spied on the gymnastics meet. It had been nearly fifteen years and Toshiie only had him on camera for a few seconds. So I was surprised when Toshiie said, “Nuno da Guerra. Why is he dressed as a missionary?”

Mitsuhide pulled our original screencap out of his desk and passed it to Toshiie. “Same man?”

Toshiie squinted at it. “Could be. What is this about?”

��He attacked us in Sakai. Once when we were investigating a slave auctions, and then a couple weeks after that.” At my selective edit (Toshiie did not need to know exactly how I had been investigating that) Mitsuhide raised his eyebrow, but let the omission go. “How do you know him?”

“I don’t know much about him at all. He would sometimes visit the herbalist.” Toshiie gave a bit of a shrug. “But… there are rumors that he’s bringing in opium from Goa.”

“That would certainly be a deviation from history.” A new voice came from the ceiling, then a moment later, Sasuke popped into the room with a graceful flip.”

“Dear me. Are you at all aware of a concept called… a door?” Mitsuhide gestured to his rifle, which was within reaching distance. “One of these days someone is going to hear you scrabbling around up there, shoot first, then question later.”

“If I ever made enough noise to, um, scrabble, Kenshin would skewer me before I lever left Kasugayama.” Sasuke turned and bowed to Toshiie. “Greetings and salutations. I take it you are Katsu’s brother.” He raised his hand in a Vulcan salute.

Since Sasuke’s greeting had only served to confuse Toshiie, I introduced the two of them and explained the future connection.

“Before this conversation can degenerate into a litany of modern Japanese cultural touchstones-,” MItsuhide’s eyebrow raise was in full force, “will you please expand on what it is you were talking about when you so charmingly… dropped in.”

Sasuke pushed his glasses up on his nose. “Historically, Japan never had the type of … issue… with opium that the Chinese empire did. Although its use medicinally dates from this period, it was rarely used recreationally, and by the nineteenth century the Tokugawa shogunate proactively banned it. Therefore, a foreign merchant attempting to disseminate it as a drug in this era, could theoretically do a fair amount of damage to a culture that has not been inoculated by China’s bad example.” Having dropped that lecture on us, Sasuke turned to Toshiie. “Did I hear you say you were working with the one and only Tokugawa Ieyasu? Would you mind if I accompanied you back? I’m eager to hear your impressions of that man.”

Seeming bemused by the torrent of words, Toshiie simply nodded.

“Wait, Sasuke. Were you just in the ceiling to spy?” Seemed like a rather large risk, especially when he could easily have just walked in through the entry.

“Ah. It escaped my mind when I heard him mention Ieyasu.” Sasuke dug a letter out of his kimono. “Yoshimoto sent this.”

Moving quickly, I grabbed the letter before Mitsuhide could confiscate it. “Thanks, Sasuke.”

He and Toshiie were already on their way out, with Sasuke eagerly listing his favorite Ieyasu accomplishments.

“It’s probably for both of us,” I said to Mitsuhide, hoping to prevent a sarcastic-

“Ah yes. Of course. I am accustomed to receiving love letters from a resident of Kasugayama.” He pulled me closer to him. “Hm, you are indeed quite damp.”

“There’s a thing called rain that you may have heard about.” Then, because I doubted he would let me leave with an unopened letter, I unsealed it and held it up so that we could both read it. “Save you the trouble of stealing it later.”

“Pity. I quite enjoy your attempts to ransom back your belongings.” He rested his chin on my shoulder and began narrating the letter. “’Dear Katsuko.’ Hrm. Inauspicious beginning. I would think you’d rate a darling at least.”

“If you’re going to snark all the way through this-“

“I make no promises.”

Sigh.

“I hope this letter finds you well. Thank you for the letter you sent via Sasuke. I shall cherish it always.” Mitsuhide tapped my forehead with his finger. “You wrote to him?”

“He did see me go over the wall. I thought he at least deserved to know that I survived… and deserved thanks for helping me out.” I elbowed him. “May I finish or are you going to continue to be a yandere about it.”

“Carry on.” He tickled the back of my neck. “He may have a paper from you, but I have the real thing.”

“’I am relieved to know that you survived your journeys through time, and if you are indeed settled in Azuchi, I wish for all your happiness. However, be assured there will always be a place for you wherever I am.’”

Hm, maybe I shouldn’t have let Mitsuhide read over my shoulder after all.

Luckily for the sake of peace in our relationship, Yoshimoto’s letter quickly switched gears to catch us up on politics. “You maybe be aware that Yoshiaki has entered a Buddhist temple. He will not be leaving it, as he recently suffered a brain storm that has left him rather incapacitated.”

Brain storm? Stroke? Yoshiaki was a little young for that, although I supposed it was possible.

“I thought that might occur.” MItsuhide sounded a bit… disappointed. “Although I do wish that could be confirmed.” Ok, not disappointed. Suspicious.

“As for your young friends, Sho and Hiko, they have settled in nicely at Kasugayama. Hiko has been all but adopted by Kanetsugu, who prizes education and has a school in the city. Our lovely flower Sho has a string of lovelorn vassals following her every step, although she does seem to prefer arguing with Yukimura. Shingen and I are amused by how easily they annoy each other. Meanwhile, I have returned to my passionate patronage of the arts. Come the Spring, I do believe I shall make the journey to Azuchi in order to explore the wares of your local artisans. I hope to encounter you then. Yoshimoto.”

“Is he warning us of an attack on Azuchi in the Spring? Or does he really plan to go shopping?” With Yoshimoto, it could go either way.

“I suspect the latter. Kenshin may be battle crazy, but he prefers to fight in a more open territory. Terrorizing civilians is not his style.” Mitsuhide made a move to confiscate the letter again, but I quickly folded it up. “It’s rather disappointing he wasn’t specific on the timing of his travel plans, in order for me to ensure you and I are elsewhere.”

I decided to ignore that bait. If we got into an argument, I never would get to the bathhouse, and I had become more uncomfortably damp as the afternoon wore on. A hot bath, and then maybe I could convince Mitsuhide to make an early night of… drat.

A long discussion of any of the things we had just learned had to wait. I’d forgotten that Mai had arranged the often-threatened “double date” for this evening. True, I liked Mai and Hideyoshi, and a meal cooked by Masamune was almost enough to make me forget my preference for a quiet night in. But given the already late hour, I rushed through my clean up, then had to press Mitsuhide into service to help me control my hair.

“Are you sure it’s going to stay?” I gently touched the series of knots behind my head, all held in place by a mass of hairsticks, including my beloved bellflower lockpicks.

He placed his hand on his heart. “I am devestated to hear you question my abilities as a hairstylist. It will last as long as it needs to last.”

With that cryptic statement, he led me into Hideyoshi’s manor… where I discovered that the hairstyle was meant to last until I bowed, at which point, the structural integrity disintegrated, gravity took over, and everything landed on the floor in a clatter of hairsticks. I cleared my bangs from my vision in time to see Hideyoshi wince.

Yep, I had already heard his opinions of how an employee of the Oda ought to look in public. It was similar to his opinions on running in the hallway, allowing Nobunaga to purchase a large quantity of konpieto in Saiki (as if I could have stopped him), and general tardiness.

To his credit, aside from flinching, Hideyoshi easily moved things along, becoming a perfect dinner host. Though Mai was the only one of us who had ever been on a double date, the evening proceeded smoothly enough, especially when Mitsuhide brought up Yoshiaki’s reported illness and the conversation turned to politics.

It was nice to be able to sit back in a relaxed setting and watch Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide interact. Though on the surface, Mitsuhide subjected Hideyoshi to as much teasing as he did me, I could see there was deep respect and admiration between the two of them. I recalled Mai mentioning that Mitsuhide only teased when he was serious, and I mentally amended that to the fact that he only teased where he loved.

Yep, his love language was snark.

As I continued to watch the two of them, Mitsuhide’s expression radiating relaxation and contentment, even as he good naturedly disagreed with something Hideyoshi had said, I realized that contentment was mirrored inside myself. I … was … happy. It was unexpected. Though I had spent most of my life running from unhappiness and my mother’s example, I had never run toward happiness. Instead, I’d had a hard-fought equilibrium, a balanced life that I enjoyed, and I’d been fine with my lot.

But this all was new. And… lovely.

Catching my gaze… and the direction of my thoughts, Mitsuhide smiled at me. “Happy?”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine anything that would make this moment better.” If I could have frozen everything in time, I might have chosen this exact point.

Although Mai did have a suggestion that was intriguing. “Mitsunari and a basket of kittens.”

“Ok, that might just-“

“No.” Her voice was full of wonder and amusement. “Mitsunari has a basket of kittens.” She sighed and gestured to a point behind me.

I turned and… Mitsunari stood at the door, holding a basket of kittens. A little grey one had already escaped containment and was climbing his arm.

@($^()*!(&*^

“My response was perfectly normal given the situation. He had a basket of kittens.” I took one of the hoodies I had smuggled back to the Sengoku and used it to create a makeshift bed for the new feline members of our household – Hawkeye and Natasha.

It turned out that Toshiie’s ‘secret’ meeting with Mitsuhide had been to determine which kitten I might like. They’d decided to let me choose for myself, hence Mitsunari’s sudden appearance (he’d gotten the message confused) with his cat’s recently weaned offspring. “Thank you for the gift. It was very thoughtful.”

I stood up and gave him a kiss.

“To be clear, the gift was the cats themselves, and not the man holding them.” He picked up Natasha, tickled her grey striped fur, then held her against his chest. “Until I saw you and Mai melt that way, I had not realized that women become that weak when presented with the sight of a man holding a miniature cat.” He set the other kitten on his shoulder then smirked at me.

It didn’t have quite the effect that Mitsunari had, but he looked handsome none the less, especially when he tapped his finger over his sensual lips.

“A basket of kittens. Not that he held onto that that long.” Mitsunari’s attempt to keep the kittens in the basket had met with certain failure, resulting in seven furry bullets ricocheting all over Hideyoshi’s quarters. By the time the five of us managed to round them all up, the double date was well and truly over.

Mitsuhide seemed to have ‘the touch’ with them, and he settled them onto the hoodie. They instantly curled into each other, and dropped into sleep. “Tomorrow, I’ll introduce them to Chimaki and ensure she understands they are friends. But for now…” He turned, scooped me up, and carried me to our own bed (he seemed to like doing that, and I was getting used to it). “I believe we should follow their example.”

In moments, we had created our own ‘cuddle puddle,’ our arms and legs entangled. “The fact that you remembered I still miss my old cat. It was… I’m…” Too many words struggled for supremacy. This was beyond happiness.

“I know.” He pushed my hair out of my eyes. “I remember every moment of that night. The best and the worst parts of it. I wanted to love you slowly and thoroughly, but I told myself that was not something I could have. Still… there was a part of me that pretended it was the first night of many. That we would return to Azuchi together, I would find a cat for you, and you would-“

“Give you everything. I have. And I will.” No more words were needed. He made good on his promise and began to make love to me, slowly, tenderly, taking time to assuage both of our needs, rocking against me as gently as a boat rode upon the waves.

Maybe it had been a longer route to get here… but we had made it.

The tenth thing I hate about Mitsuhide. The fact that everything about him makes it impossible to avoid loving him.

Coda: Sasuke

“Status update?” Aki, still looking frail and slightly feverish, settled behind the massive European style desk in his office.

Sasuke considered telling his part-time employer to take a few days off, but he settled for handing the man a bottle of antibiotics stolen from the hospital pharmacy. Though Aki had wanted to return to the Sengoku era immediately, Sasuke and Kayten convinced him to wait at least a week to ensure his infection would not recur. Instead, they had used the prototype to laterally jump to Sasuke and Kayten’s primary timeline, where at least the police (not to mention Shingen and their alternates) could not follow.

Now, after very little rest, the three were in the modern version of Aki’s manor in the Togakushi mountains, trying piece together the strands of the known timelines. While Aki was often out of communication range, as he hopped around the multiverse, he usually had let them know where he was going. The trips to 1578 and 1586 had been unplanned, leaving Kayten and Sasuke scrambling to not only manage the timelines, but also search for Aki.

“To borrow a phrase, would you prefer hearing good news or bad news?” Sasuke did at least like to prepare people first.

In this case, though, Kayten was clearly feeling less polite and her hiss of frustration suggested she didn’t appreciate his attempt to soften the blow. “One of the Katsukos was executed.”

A harsh way to put it, but Sasuke remembered the look on Kayten’s face when they arrived in timeline G a few days after her alternate had been put to death. He’d never wanted to see that look again.

Aki closed his eyes for a moment. When he reopened them, he said (in Sasuke’s opinion) the worst thing possible. “And Hikosane?”

“He’s fine. Dad. Adopted by one of Nobunaga’s vassals.” She got to her feet, glaring at them both under a fringe of violet bangs. “I know there’s a bunch of us… versions of myself scattered across the multiverse … maybe to you, it doesn’t matter if one of us dies. But it feels like little pieces of me are being chipped away.” For a moment it looked like she was about to say more, perhaps even include Sasuke in her blast of anger. But instead, she simply left the room, without even a slammed door to punctuate her outburst.

Unsure of whether to try to comfort his friend or continue to keep Aki company, Sasuke stayed frozen in indecision.

“She’s wrong.” Aki’s voice was so quiet, Sasuke might have thought he imagined it. “I lost them both once, and my response to that almost destroyed the multiverse.”

Coming next winter… As Yuki Likes It

Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Bodyguard? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan, and she’s found a certain satisfaction working for Akihira. Then an accidental encounter with an alternate timeline gives her a glimpse of a blissful future with a handsome grey-eyed warlord.

To ensure that future for herself, Katsu accepts a mission guiding a young prince and princess to Kasugayama. But a series of betrayals endangers that mission, and only by accepting the escort of Sanada Yukimura do they have any chance of reaching their destination. Meanwhile, Katsu’s wish for that once-glimpsed future is tested by her growing friendship with Yukimura. Not that it matters, as Yukimura is fascinated by the beautiful Princess Shohime… a girl already betrothed to the Dragon of Echigo.

Only time can sort out this entanglement of mismatched lovers. And time… is the one thing that is quickly running out.

… Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's As You Like It

Excerpt

I handed Shohime my arrows, knowing her aim was nearly as good as mine. “You know what to do.” I nudged her toward the cover of trees. “Wait… give you your shawl.”

While she and Hikosane vanished in the undergrowth, I pulled my hair out of the braid, and wrapped her shawl around my shoulders. It would fool no one at close range, but hopefully I could lead our attackers out of the area until the Kanamori vassals could bring reinforcements.

Then I leaped on my horse, and making as much noise as I could, cantered out to the crossroads, where the mercenaries were still searching for us. Moonlight wasn’t fast, but in this mountainous territory, a surefooted horse was more valuable anyway. To ensure I had their attention, I shrieked in fear, then took off through the trees.

Behind me, I could hear the pounding of hoofbeats, and the occasional yelps as one of the ronin got too personal with a low-hanging branch. Taking a meandering path, I zig-zagged through the area, until I was sure the men behind me were thoroughly lost.

After that, it was simply a matter of finding my way back to the others. I love it when a plan comes togeth-

In the midst of my anachronistic celebration, I heard another horse behind me. “Hey! Stop!”

Yeah, that would be a big old no. I spurred Moonlight into action again, but this pursuer was a bit more competent than the others, and no matter how sharply I turned, I could not lose him.

Plan B.

I cut back around, across his path, and took Moonlight directly toward a puddle of water. As expected, as soon as her feet got wet, she reared up, and dumped me off.

Shit, this is going to hurt.

I thudded to the ground, rolled, and, as the rider approached, I pulled Shohime’s shawl over my face, pretending to be overcome with terror. Whoever wanted to kidnap her would be surprised to discover they had the wrong girl, but the longer I could string this out, the better chance I had to learn why he wanted her. As footsteps reached the spot where I had ‘fallen’ off my horse, I added a couple of theatrical sobs.

“Ah… geez. Don’t cry. Are you hurt?”

The voice was vaguely familiar. I risked peeking up at the man who was raking his hands through his hair in frustration… Sasuke’s friend? Yuki? What did Yuki want with the Princess? And how could I make his life a misery for grabbing me instead?

Another story has come to an end, and it's always hard for me to say goodbye to the characters - that snarky kitsune just worms his way into the soul, doesn't he? We will of course see these characters again in other longfics, and I'm actually in a few weeks going to do a follower celebration here, with one of the options being "suggest or vote" on a scene to go with a fic in the Katsuverse.

As you can see, Yukimura will be our next hero in longfic #4, and, despite the angsty coda of this story, I'm hoping it will be heavier on the comedy side (more in tone to Mitsunari's story than Shingen's).

Until then, I want to once again thank everyone who read this story, whether you were a Unicorn commenter, or left a comment sometimes or just quietly came in to read. I'm so grateful for everyone - I love this community, both here and on Ao3.

In the meanwhile, as I try to get Yuki's story written, I'll be bringing back a throwback Thursday fic, so starting in April, keep a lookout for A Mitsunari Night's Dream.

@lorei-writes @bestbryn @lyds323 @tele86 @akitsuneswife @selenacosmic

#10things #final chapter #10 things I hate about Mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku #fanfic #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfic #oc katsuko #katsuverse #mitsuhide monday

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pompomegranate · 1 year

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stitch & mend

chainsaw man | aki hayakawa x gn!reader | 1.5k

warnings | hurt/comfort, descriptions of blood and injury, some suggestive language a/n | i imagine reader doesn't quite know about aki's family yet, and his history with the gun devil, because they're early enough in their relationship that he hasn't quite opened up yet! keep that in mind when reading and the secrecy/lack of transparency about feelings will make more sense :) cover credit here! read on ao3

Aki looks like shit.

His normally stark-white shirt is blood-spattered, top knot askew, gaunt shadows pulling his features sharp against his bones.

He barely makes it through the doorway, shoulder leaving a bloody skid against the wall as you try your best to cushion his fall. His breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling so shallowly you’re not sure if it’s the brush with near death that’s making it hard to breathe or if it’s something worse – a punctured lung or a cracked rib – he’s dealt with it all before.

You can’t stand to see him like this, and you’ve let him know it before.

And as much as it visibly pains him to go against your wishes, he’s unfaltering in his goals, so no one – not even you – can stop him from seeking the retribution he’s craved for so long.

It’s so easy for you to voice your concerns from where you are on the other side. Normal routine, normal circumstances, normal everything.

You don’t get it (although you sympathize), and you probably never will, so instead you wish for the end of all of this to come sooner rather than later. Every time he comes home like this, you’re shaken to your core.

Why doesn’t he stay – why doesn’t he choose to heal under the care of the best doctors the public sector can offer him?

“You do more for me than they ever could.” He says simply, when you ask.

Physical pain is nothing to Aki – after all the mental anguish and years of torment he’s suffered at the mercy of his own brain, he doesn’t care.

What more could he possibly feel? What more could he stand to lose?

So, blades, bullets, fists. None of them could do any real damage.

You’ve seen him injured before but never this bad.

Sweat sticks his bangs to his cheeks and forehead, shaky hands gripping his middle. You rake his bangs away and get a rare glimpse of his face, completely unobstructed by thick hair.

He’s beautiful.

He struggles to keep his lids open, fighting to stay awake, and you try to help, palms hovering over his body. You’re afraid to touch him, because although he’s not fragile, one tug and the thread will unravel, you’re sure of it.

Struggling underneath his tall frame, you slip underneath him pushing upward. He’s like a backpack, arms slung over your shoulders, legs dragging behind as you tug him towards the main room.

You roll him onto the ground and prop as many pillows as you can behind his head – he grunts in discomfort, throat bobbing as he swallows down his complaints.

As scared as you are of what you’ll find, you peel back the bloodied blazer anyway, sucking in a sharp breath at the slashed fabric, coated in deep crimson. Shoddy bandages wrap around his middle, over his toned torso covered in lacerations, so you make a mental note of what you need to help him.

The bleeding has stopped, at least. So, bandages to keep pressure on the wound. Pain medicine to dull the ache. A warm damp towel to wipe away the blood. A cigarette and his favorite lighter as a comfort.

For a moment, you have to leave him to retrieve the short list you repeat in your head. He whimpers – involuntarily, you think – when he senses the withdrawal of your warmth.

You frantically pad around the apartment, rustling through drawers and cabinets to find what you need. It’s difficult to keep it together knowing that Aki’s crumpled form lay a few long strides away – and that he’s cold without you holding him.

His skin is clammy when you get back, as stone-cold to the touch as his default expression – the one that’s grown on you, that’s melted away at your sweetness and sincerity he’s not used to in his line of work.

You dab at the blood on his soft features, gently swiping streaks of carmine from his cheeks, his slender neck, his exposed collarbones.

“You’re going to be okay, Aki,” you say, finally, the first real encouraging phrase you manage to get out.

Despite the shock and the fear that swells in you, you’re determined to help him get better. Endless questions swirl throughout your mind, but you push it aside – you’re going to clean him up and keep him warm.

Aki is yours to heal when he’s home, so you do exactly that.

He downs a glass of water with the pain pills while you unfurl the clean bandages.

He winces when you strip back the bloodied fabric that’s wrapped haphazardly around him, all gritted teeth and tense muscles.

Sweat slips down his forehead, and you wipe it away, kissing that same spot on his temple.

Aki’s mouth curls into a gentle smile, choked laughs dissolving into coughs. With a weak hand, he turns your face to meet his, eyes still gentle in spite of the pain.

“Don’t worry about me –” he takes a shallow breath to steady himself. “I’ll be fine.”

But even then, what about (god forbid) the next time? The time after that?

He can’t keep on like this forever – maybe he’s not planning to. You don’t know.

All you can do is shoulder the weight and try your best to keep from crumbling.

“It’s really bad, Aki,” you whisper, throat burning from how hard you’re holding back the tears. “I can’t bear to see you like this.”

It looks like that registers with him, his brows tugging to the center of his forehead, a crease forming where they meet.

“I don’t mind the secrecy, but it’s getting harder and harder to see you come home worse than when you left.”

You can’t meet his eyes, opting to grab the cigarettes from where you’d dropped them on the floor, vision clouding with tears. You try to blink them away, but as soon as the first one stains the wood, the rest of them flow out of you like rain.

“Baby… please look at me,” Aki murmurs, weakly squeezing your hand.

His expression is troubled, his composure cracking at the sight of you crying in front of him.

“I promise –” he takes a labored breath, irises full of unwavering resolve. “– when this is over, I’ll make it up to you.”

You believe him, of course, because Aki’s never broken a promise, but the goalpost seems to move every time he makes progress.

All you want is Aki to yourself.

Cozy days with matching coffee mugs and old films on old VCRs that he loves so much. The crackle of a record on the vinyl player echoing throughout your living space – the one he only takes out for special occasions. Late night spooning that turns into something more, and early morning cuddles that turn into the sweetest kisses you’ve ever received.

Those moments are what you live for. You hope he feels that way, too.

“I believe you.”

You don’t manage to say anything else.

Silence blankets the room, broken up by heavy breathing and the flick of a lighter.

The cigarette burns and so do you, under the heat of his gaze. No matter what, Aki can’t take that level of intensity down if he tried.

You prop the end of the cigarette in his parted lips, watching the plush pink of them wrap around the stick.

Taut lips pull in a long drag, and it’s like his lungs are back to normal. You chew the inside of your lip as you watch him, and he watches you, too, a shroud thick smoke seeping out of his nostrils.

“Makima is sending a medic. It’s okay, love. I just… wanted –” he winces, finally responding. “– to be with you before I’m hauled away.”

“Aki… You should’ve stayed.”

“I know.”

He doesn’t fight or defend himself. He knows he’s making this worse on the both of you.

“I’m sorry.”

Your posture snaps to attention, completely taken aback by his apology.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I’ve upset you.”

He struggles to lift into a sitting position but you stop him, opting to let him wrap an arm around your neck to hold himself up, your noses nearly touching.

“Stop – let me hold you.” You murmur the command, sliding your arms up and around his shoulders to keep him close.

He hums, puffing out more smoke in a thin stream away from your face.

“Kiss me?”

Aki asks so quietly that you’re not even sure you heard him right.

Taking the cigarette from his lips, you close the gap and fulfill his request. Pressing your lips – delicately, tenderly, carefully – on his, the lump in your throat dissolves, and you’re calmer.

When you fall apart, all it takes is his touch to stitch you back together.

And then you get it.

No amount of sutures and IV drips will heal him like you do. Your touch, your kiss, your encouragement – you’re what rejuvenates him. The finish line may be redrawn, but you’re still moving forward, no matter how slow your pace is.

He kisses you again, and you breathe your life into him, mending his battle-scarred body, his bruised pride, his broken spirit.

By the time he’s strapped to the gurney and hauled out, Aki is smiling.

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x you #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #aki hayakawa #csm fanfic #aki hayakawa fanfic #my fic

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perfectly-unsad · 1 year

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Mind and Body {Part 1}

Pairings - fem!reader x villain!Shinsou

Warnings - 18+ kidnapping, mind control / brainwashing, light bondage, Shinsou is crazy/creepy and a little cocky, dub con but no sex, choking

Word count - 2.6k

Important - for context, reader has a demon quirk which is seen quite negatively similar to Shinsous quirk, reader graduated UA last year (one year behind Shinsou) and works with Hawks, reader is very close with Aizawa

A/n - I’m still working on the Why Not Me/Aki part 2, hopefully it’ll be finished sometime next week, along with part 2 of this fic (which is going to be almost all smut, so I hope someone is excited for that!)

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"I... I barely recognised you..." Your voice was quiet despite how your chest heaved for air in your panicked state, you had woken up in a dark room, from what felt like a hazy dream. Your hands were bound uncomfortably by some kind of cloth behind the back of the chair, your ankles and knees bound to the legs of the chair. Adrenaline pumped through your body when you realised something beyond your perception was stopping you from using your quirk, leaving you at the mercy of your familiar faced kidnapper sitting opposite you.

"What is it about me that has changed beyond recognition?" His voice was deep and lifeless, but there was clear intent behind his question. You looked at his face as he leaned forward in his chair, the dim bulb that barely lit up the area around it shining a gentle light on his features.

He had a number of scars littering his arms, as well as one starting at his nostril and going down his lips, ending at his chin. However, the most noticeable one was the deep scar that stretched over his right eye, his iris - once a deep and rich purple - was now a faded glassy blue. He didn't have these scars the last time you saw him nearly two years ago, but they didn't look especially fresh either which made you wonder what he had been doing since his disappearance to get them. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He teased after your long silence, although his teasing didn't feel light hearted or friendly.

You opened your mouth to respond, but closed it when you remembered the requirements to activate his quirk. He had never used it on you maliciously before, only once during a joint training session when you were a first year and he was a second year and another time to help you get to sleep when you were suffering a bout of insomnia. Despite this, you hesitated to answer him. "Oh, you're worried about my quirk, right?" Another trap. You wouldn't fall for it. Your silence following his question illicited a mildly amused exhale from his nose. "You know, I've been working on my quirk a lot since we last saw each other. I've improved it, significantly." You wondered if that had anything to do with how he got his scars. "Beyond what you already know, my quirk has become something much more. I can change you, passively, no more need for questions and answers. I just needed you to look at me." Once he explained this you immediately dropped your gaze to the floor. "No use looking away now, my quirk is already taking effect." He added, leaning back into his chair and covering his face in the shadows beyond the lights touch.

"Why can't I use my quirk? Is that you too?" You finally asked, wriggling your hands in their bindings in an attempt to escape.

"No, that's not me. That's one of my colleagues, his quirk is similar to Mr Aizawas, except he doesn't need to be looking directly at you." He answered in his gruff voice.

"Why am I here?" You asked, still unsure of whether you could look up at him or not. He let out a deep sigh at your question.

"I want you to help me. I'd prefer you did so willingly, but my quirk will be influencing you regardless… You may find yourself feeling more docile towards me." He almost sounded disappointed at that last part.

"Help with what?" You questioned hesitantly, building the courage to glance at his shoes.

"I want to fix this world. Heroes these days are so corrupt, egotists filled with narcissism and greed. They help those who are worth helping, fuck everyone else. That's not a real hero, wouldn't you agree?" You could feel his gaze on you as the bindings on your limbs tightened when his frustration grew, only now did you realise he must be using the binding cloth he got from Aizawa.

"What are you talking about?" You protested, trying to buy time as you continued to attempt to break free from your restraints.

"How the heroes and everyone else treat those of us that were born with what they deem to be villainous quirks. Don't act like it didn't happen to you with your demon quirk, I saw it for myself, just like how it happened to me." His tone was bitter and resentful, you could feel the contempt seething through his words, which weren't lies. It had been hard for you, especially at first, to be seen as a hero with a demon quirk, something inherently evil. "Heroes aren't heroes anymore. Who do you think did this to me." He gestured to himself, implying that heroes had given him the scars on his face and body.

In that moment you felt a rush of sympathy and affection for him, your intense feelings startled you once you realised them. Was this his quirk taking over your mind? You couldn't be sure what feelings were real and what were forced, and he seemed to enjoy your internal conflict. You tried to refocus on what he was saying, having slight trouble recalling his words. Heroes had left him scarred? That didn't make any sense, the last thing you heard about him he had secured a position in a hero agency. Why would other heroes-

"They did it because apparently my presence was giving their agency a bad name. They must have thought they could use me at first, but when the public found out about the details of my quirk they quickly lost support. Low ratings means less money." He interrupted your thoughts as if he had read your mind, something that could be entirely possible for him given the advancement of his quirk. "Think about what I've told you..." He took in a deep breath, standing up from his chair. "Think about what I've said so far, I haven't lied about anything."

"But, why me?" You asked quietly, looking at the ground in front of his feet. When he suddenly kneeled in front of you, you recoiled back slightly, staring at him with frightened eyes. You noticed his jaw tighten and a darkness you had never seen in him before wash over his gaze for just a brief second.

"Because you know what it's like to be discriminated against because of your quirk." He explained, his eyes now staring at you with a fierce intensity. He moved a hand to touch your knee "And also, you're-" but hesitated and pulled his hand back, as if he didn't trust himself to touch you. "I'm not a violent man, you know. For the longest time I wanted to use my quirk to help people, but if all they'll see me as is a villain then..." His eyes had wandered to your legs as he spoke, when he brought them back up to your eyes and saw the frightened look on your face he pulled himself away and turned his back to you in an attempt to clear his thoughts.

"Toshi, its not too late to fix this. If you let me go, you can still be a hero." You pleaded with him desperately, his affectionate nickname from high school slipping out of your mouth, or perhaps it wasn't a mistake and his quirk was influencing your feelings and behaviour? Either way, it was a bleak reminder of how close you two had been during your school years before he disappeared shortly after graduating from UA and starting as a sidekick.

"I haven't been called that name for a long time." Was all he could reply, seemingly not having heard a single word that came out of your mouth after you called him by his old nickname. He turned back around to look into your big doe eyes as you waited for a better response, but he just stared at you for a moment. "I won't force myself on you," this comment took you by surprise, it was something that hadn't crossed your mind until he said it and it made the adrenaline in your body tighten all your muscles knowing it was something on his mind "but its very hard to control myself when you look at me like that."

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out and you quickly averted your gaze back to the floor. "Are you scared of me?" His voice sounded hurt and discouraged, like a child asking its parent if they were disappointed.

"N-no, I was just surprised-" You stuttered, doing a terrible job of lying. Of course you were scared of him, he had kidnapped you using the brainwashing aspect of his quirk after tricking you using a voice changer while you were walking home. He had tied you up in some weird, creepy, dark basement-like room and his behaviour alone seemed erratic and terrifying. Of course you were scared, and he knew it.

"Don't." His voice was deep, now full of a low threatening anger. "Don't lie to me. This won't work if you lie to me. I have to be able to trust you."

"Toshi, please stop." You whimpered, hanging your head to look at your lap while tears filled your eyes. "Yes, I'm scared. I don't know where I am and you're... you're not who I remember." You couldn't hold back your tears as you spoke, your voice trembling while you sobbed.

"I won't hurt you." His voice soothed as he moved closer to you, lifting your head by placing a finger under your chin to make eye contact with him. "I won't do anything to you until you're begging me to." Despite the malice of his words, his voice was comforting and soft as he used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your cheek. As you gazed into his eyes you felt a tightness in your chest, as if your heart had just beat harder than it ever has before.

His features softened as he looked down at you and, willingly or not, it made your heart melt. It was like looking into the past and seeing the old Shinsou, the sweet guy from high school that helped you train and study, your friend that you could always rely on and talk to, the one who you trusted to sleep in your dorm with you when you found it difficult to sleep on your own without anything happening. Here that guy was again. Standing in front of you.

"Toshi..." Your voice was soft and pleading, his touch on your chin was so gentle and comforting. You closed your eyes tightly, pulling your head out of his grasp. For a moment there, when you were looking into his eyes, you had forgotten where you were, why you were there, what Hitoshi had done. Your mind forcibly made you remember the truth behind this situation, and disgust filled your body.

His quirk was taking hold and severely limiting your memory and situational awareness. All you wanted was him, it was all consuming. To be close to him. To hold him. To stay by-

No! Your jaw clenched painfully as you tried to fight your own mind. You couldn't let him take control of you if you wanted to escape. How long had you even been unconscious before waking up? Surely the heroes were looking for you by now, you just had to hold on until help arrives.

"There's no need to fight yourself so hard. Be a good girl for me, angel." An ironic nickname given to you in high school considering your quirk. He tried to cup your face in his palm to comfort you, but you shook off his touch frantically.

"Don't! Don't touch me!" You shouted, an unimpressed and impatient frown plastered across his face at your disobedience.

"Silly girl." His words vibrated out of his throat in a growl, he gripped the binding cloth that rested around his neck and pulled it in various places so that it tightened around your wrists and legs. More of the cloth sprang towards you to coil around your body; your waist, your chest and your neck. It tightened around the sides of your neck and your chest, squeezing you tightly and constricting your breath.

Adrenaline flooded through your body once more, but this wasn't so much fight or flight more like... excitement. Your cheeks flushed red as you opened your mouth, breathing in what air you could while saliva spilt from your lips. "You seem to be enjoying this, what a perverted expression." He smirked, tightening the cloth further to force a whine out of your throat before it loosened and you gasped for air. "You like that, huh? Feeling this cloth tighten all over you?" His tone was mocking and cruel, but laced with a suggestive pleasure.

"N-no, you're wrong." You stuttered, avoiding his taunting expressing and keeping your eyes fixed on your lap as you took in deep breaths.

"I don't think so, angel. Let's check." With nimble hand movements, he used two pieces of the cloth to wrap tightly around your thighs and spread your legs apart. You had picked a bad day to wear a skirt.

"Stop it, Toshi! You said you wouldn't!" You pleaded, shutting your eyes, too embarassed to watch him looking over you in this position.

"I said I wouldn't touch you, and I'm not." He waved his hands in the air to accentuate his point, the cloth staying in place even when he let go, not that you saw any of this with your eyes closed.

You felt a hard pulsing in your core as your mind submitted further to his quirk. Toshi was looking at you in such a compromising position, he wanted to see you like this, he wanted to touch you and you wanted him to touch you. You wanted him to be filled with desire for you. Your mind began to go hazy, vague memories of you touching yourself while thinking of him back in school filled your mind, whether they were real memories or memories planted by his quirk you couldn't be sure, but it just made you more and more needy for him.

His cloth rested above and below your tits, squeezing tightly to earn a whimpered cry from you while you arched your back in a surprised jolt - as much as you could against your restraints anyway.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt a piece of the cloth press firmly against the wet patch that had formed in your underwear. Slowly, it began to rub across the length of your slit over the thin material, when you glanced up at Toshi he was staring directly at the centre of your parted legs, mesmerised by the view.

"T-toshi, please-" The pleading whines of your voice were like music to his ears, and he cruely decided to tease you further.

"I'm sorry," He didn't sound sorry at all "I'll stop." Your body betrayed you, letting out a frustrated grunt when you felt the cloth pull away from your soaked underwear. "Hmm? If you want me to continue, you'll have to beg me." He gave you a cruel grin, but the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted him. You didn't care if you had to have him mean, or happy, or crying, or angry. You wanted him more than anything, there was nothing else your mind could focus on. There was no other option in front of you.

"Please, Toshi, please fuck me."

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I felt a little bad writing this, Shinsou would never!

#anime #anime x reader #anime x y/n #boku no hero academia #shinsou smut #hitoshi shinsou #mha shinsou #mha shinso x reader #mha shinso hitoshi #my hero academia smut #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #villain shinsou

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obitohno · 1 year

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hanah(aki)

hayakawa aki x reader

synopsis ⤸

aki is literally willing to die for you.

themes ⤸

gn! reader, 18+, hanahaki disease, pining, unrequited love, angst, mentions of blood, lots of angst, major character death, sad ending, even more angst

word count ⤸

2.3k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

i rarely post anything that isn’t smut related, so this is a nice change,, but maybe not so nice bc it’s actually a sad one, n i really hurt my own feelings whilst writing this, oops. still, pls let me know what you think!

reblogs are appreciated ~

it is the dawn of spring when the very first petal flutters from between aki’s lips, its velvet-like texture tickling at his nerves as it gently settles into the palm of his right hand.

surprise renders him motionless, the dark hue of his ocean-coloured irises boring into the rosey toned flesh of what appears to be some sort of shrub-like flower, the petal flat and round. he stares, an ache gnawing at the centre of his chest—caused by the heavy bout of coughing that had stolen his breath just a few moments before—and stares some more.

aki winces.

he isn’t stupid. in the last month, he’s lost count of how often his breath has been choked from out of his lungs, left wheezing as his ribs rapidly expanded in a desperate attempt to just fucking breathe.

his throat has suffered, strained raw with the efforts of a continuous cough that has only worsened, and now, his palm bares the evidence that he can no longer feign indifference to. again, he isn’t stupid; he’s heard the rumours, tales of people who have had the misfortune of contracting the very disease that cannot be cured. curiosity had had him studying the statistics long before his own symptoms had appeared (the irony, he thinks, bitterly), and so, he’s not oblivious enough to pretend that his chances of survival are high.

he scoffs—a mistake, for yet another cough is torn from the back of his throat—and exhales a sigh that rattles his rib cage. he continues to stare at the palm of his hand, and as he does so, the face that he then imagines is your own. only, doing so hurts, and another short breath trembles from out of his mouth. a forced laugh follows, and his spare hand comes to massage at the dull throb that pulses at his breastbone.

gods. if only you could see him now.

it’s been some weeks since he’d last heard from you—you’ve been busy with work, as your texts had read, but unbeknownst to you, it was denji who had blurted the news that you’d actually gotten yourself a new boyfriend. aki still remembers how the truth of your absence had hurt more than he had been willing to admit, and it was around then that his cough had began to worsen.

he allows himself to recall that he’s yet to reply to your last message—sent well over a week ago, now—but when his eyes dart over to where his mobile phone has been discarded on the coffee table, hesitation twists knots into the depths of his stomach. aki is no fool. in the arms of another man, he knows that you’re happier without him, even if the acknowledgment tastes bitter on the flat of his tongue. the fingers of his right hand curl, and he listens to the satisfying crunch! that follows as his fist squeezes tight.

the crumpled remains of the petal are carelessly thrown into the bin, and along with it, disappears any temptation of contacting you.

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somehow, aki manages an entire week without coughing. it’s the easiest that he’s breathed in over a month, but just as he’s starting to suspect that maybe his symptoms had been a fluke after all, one evening, his mobile phone alights with a notification, and it is your name that flashes across the screen. immediately, his spine is curling in on itself, and his chest heaves so horribly that it feels as if his ribs will burst with the effort. the attack lasts for just under a minute, and when it’s over, there is a metallic aftertaste, unpleasant as it clings to the roof of his mouth. this time, there are two petals, one perfectly formed, and the other, a tad rough around the edges, translucent enough that he can make out the wispy trails of its veins.

with trembling fingers, he traces over the surface, dampened by the warmth of his own saliva, and he bites into the plush of his bottom lip as he stares and stares and stares.

he isn’t sure how long he sits there, the dip and rise of his breathing now broken once more, and when he feels the vibration of his mobile springing to life from where it has landed by his feet, he kicks it under the coffee table, frustration forcing a dry sob from out of his mouth. again, his chest hurts, yet this time, the press of his fingers does little to ease the ache. the roar of his blood thundering in his eardrums is deafening, and the thud, thud, thud of his pulse beats a desperate tune at the base of his throat. this time hurts worse than the last, and it takes longer for him to catch his breath. eventually, he is able to ease himself upright once more, but a sudden bout of dizziness has him squinting, temples throbbing as he rasps a curse word from under his breath.

half an hour ticks by before he forces himself to his feet, and when he does, the two petals are disposed of in the same manner as the first. his mobile phone lays, ignored, under the coffee table.

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he looks like shit.

his mouth tastes like shit.

and he feels even worse than shit.

the attacks are becoming more frequent now, and it’s starting to become harder to hide. talking has become a task in itself, and every other word has discomfort clenching at his abdominal muscles. thus, he starts to avoid denji’s calls. only, the blonde is insistent, and when the ugly pang of guilt leaves him sneering down at the little red circle that reads thirty-seven missed calls, he decides to power off the device and lock it away in the bottom drawer of his bedside table. not long after, his employer kindly allows him to take an extended leave of absence from work.

the days are lonely, wallowing in his own misery within the solitude of the empty walls of his apartment. he kids himself into thinking that maybe isolation is the cure to this torment, and with no one to talk to, surely there is no way that he can be reminded of you.

only, with no job to distract him, with no denji to bother him, he is now powerless to the dreams of you that begin to plague his slumber. more often than not, he wakes with the curve of his cheek pillowed by a nest of freshly spewed petals that have now morphed into buds that are expelled within varying stages of bloom. the change is one that leaves him haunted by how easily he accepts it, long defeated by the time he wakes in the middle of a particularly horrid attack that has him panicking upon the realisation that he can’t breathe, can’t breathe, c-can’t fucking breathe—he chokes, suffocating, and just when his vision swims, he finally heaves, vomiting a bloodied concoction of crimson-stained buds all over the sheets. in the middle of his lap, snow-tinted petals now glued together with the thickened red of his own blood, lies the very first perfectly formed flower.

the peony is small in size, tiny enough to sit in the palm of his hand, and with a wet, rattling laugh, aki blacks out.

when he comes to, some hours have passed, and that single flower has been joined by several others. dazed, he can do little more than blink up at the ceiling, a single track of salted liquid trickling down the stretch of his temple before it melds into the unkempt tresses of his hair.

another hour passes before he musters the energy to tear the sheets from the mattress, stumbling as he drags them toward the kitchen. only, he doesn’t make it that far. another assault has him collapsing to his knees, barely catching his balance on the dresser before his forehead collides with it. on his hands and knees, he retches, spittle splattering a mess all over his fingers, and with a sickening squelch, it is a small cluster of leaves that are spat out onto the lino flooring.

the hues of green are mottled with red.

his grip on the dresser slips, and there is a rough crack! that renders him unconscious once more.

๑

just a day later, hunger coaxes him from the safety of his apartment. the cupboards are empty, the lining of his stomach as equally bare, and despite the fact that his left eye is now marred an ugly shade of mauve, he has no choice but to venture into the town centre.

it’s a mistake that’ll soon prove fatal.

the familiarity of summer’s humidity licks at the surface of his skin, and it’s a struggle to repeatedly blink away the static that swarms at his peripheral vision as he trudges his way through the crowds. still, he manages to make it to the convenience store, pointedly ignoring the cashier’s open gawking at the state of his face as he throws down the required amount of cash onto the counter and making his exit as swiftly as he’s able.

he’s barely crossed the threshold when an all-too familiar voice sings the syllables of his name.

it’s instinct, how quickly he turns to seek the owner, and then he spots you, rushing towards him at a pace that would’ve worried him if not for the fact that just a single intake of air makes him realise that he can breathe.

he’s forgotten just long it’s been since he saw you last, and yet, the relief is instant.

the weight of your embrace collides with his chest so roughly that he is forced to gasp a laugh into the scent of your hair, your arms coiling tight around his waist. you’re rambling something into the crook of his collarbone, but he can’t process a single word that you’re saying, deafened by the overwhelming ease of which air is sucked into the cocoon that forms the shape of both of his lungs.

he can’t even focus on the smell of you, his fingertips trembling as he presses them to your shoulder blades, tugging you just that little bit closer. the heat of you should’ve been stifling, especially in this weather, and yet, the longer the two of you stand there, the easier it is to inhale. but, all too soon, something akin to fire burns at the back of his throat, and before he can stop it, his eyes are leaking tear tracks down the curves of his cheeks, and a dry sob is choked over your shoulder. he feels you stiffen, a question exhaled into the fabric of his shirt, and there, he knows that you can hear the jump of his pulse, the tempo rapid, uneven, tainted by the rattle that haunts his every breath.

‘aki?’

the very moment you murmur his name, a second voice calls yours from somewhere behind you, and when aki’s eyes snap upwards, his gaze zeros in on the very man whom you’d chosen instead of him.

ice freezes his veins and there’s a lump wedging itself in the back of his throat.

shit.

a hand slapped over his mouth, he’s extracting himself from the tangle of your arms, and it takes several attempts for him to forcibly swallow down the leaves that scratch at his tonsils. his throat constricts, and he knows that if he looks at your face once more, he’ll have no choice but to empty the contents of his stomach by your feet.

and he can’t do that to you.

a bitter, twisted part of him wishes to know if you’d feel remorse for rendering him to such an empty shell of who he once was, knowing that his demise will be your fault because you’d been too blind to see what you could have had with him, instead.

as soon as the thought comes, it is quashed by the nauseating guilt that swells in his veins. he cannot blame you for his own inability to muster the courage to confess the extent of his feelings. nor is it your crime that has left him in such a state—the blame can only be placed upon himself.

it is no fault of yours that you’ll never comprehend what it’s like to literally adore someone to death.

and he hopes, truly, that you’ll never have to.

he thinks that he manages to whisper your name one last time, but he isn’t too sure, the low baritone of his voice now warped around the shape of yet another cluster of petals that threaten to spew from the cavern of his mouth. lash-line shimmering with unshed tears, he allows himself the luxury of drinking in the features of your face for a final time—because gods, you’re so fucking beautiful—before he tears himself away from the reach of your outstretched fingers. you’re following, bewilderment pinching a frown between your brows, and as much as he wishes to smooth it out with the pad of his thumb, he forces a wobbly smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and then he’s disappearing out of your line of sight, dropping his carrier bag in his rush to escape.

he can hear the screech of his name that haunts him all the way back to the safety of his apartment, and just as he’s kicking the door shut behind him, he’s collapsing to his knees yet again. he’s retching, yet again, suffocating on the extent of his own affections, yet again. his vision is darkening, and he’s sobbing a wet, bloodied mess all over the floor, yet again.

yet again, yet again. yet again.

his fingers are buried within the sopping heap that splatters to the floor, and his spine curves as he heaves, heaves, heaves. finally, something gives under the pressure, and there’s a sickening snap! that has a garbled howl of pain bubbling around a mournful pitch of your name, and with a heavy thud, he slumps to the ground.

and doesn’t rise again.

a week later, when his corpse is discovered, it is a singular peony that now resides in the space of which his heart once sung;

in full bloom.

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-Tulips

Aki hayakawa x reader

MASTER LIST ; Taglist Form

ModernAU, Aki is a bit ooc (i think) Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, confusion, and yeah

“Let’s break up”

“What?”

“I don’t love you anymore,” she said sternly, unfaltering.

“What are you talking about? Y/N come on lets talk about this” She had already stood up, and he was getting desperate.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Like I said I want to break up. You can’t force me to stay in a relationship I don’t want to be in” She looked tired, she was really tired, ‘she wants to leave’ he thought, ‘why, what did I do’.

“No,” he said, not letting everything end, not like this

“Give me a reason, or else I’m burning every letter that you’ve sent me”

The letters.

The letters that she had sent him back when they weren’t living under the same roof, back when they were still an ocean away from each other. Where she would write at the beginning of every letter

My Dearest, Aki

Oh how he missed those days, he wished that he could go back, to when they were both just silly kids, sending letters to each other every summer. But now that they have a much stronger connection they couldn’t last a day without each other, but now, it felt like they were being tested.

She was shocked for a second, for a millisecond, but he didn’t miss it, he didn’t miss the slight regret that showed in her eyes, which were immediately covered by the same pair of cold eyes that she came in with.

“Fine do it, I don’t care” she turned and went for the door, but he stopped her and hugged her from behind. He hadn’t noticed it but tears were already spilling from his eyes.

“Please don’t leave,” he said, but he couldn’t hide his despair, he had shown her through his words how he was truly feeling, how much this is affecting him.

“Please, say that you were joking, I won’t be mad I promise” His hug was becoming unbearable, Y/N tried her best to pry his arms off, but she was slowly dragging the both of them to the door now.

She finally got him off, she faced him, and for a second she doubted her decision, ‘is this the best way’ she thought, but reminding herself that this was the best thing that she can do for him, and decided to go through with it, despite the damages she’s doing to the both of them, this was better than rather having him right beside her through only pain and suffering and only be met with a dead end.

“aki, please…”

“Please what ?!?! Why are you doing this!??! What’s wrong please just tell me, don’t leave me, please” He cried even more, he tried to wipe them off, but everything was just too much.

“Fine! Do you want a reason!?!? I got accepted to that boarding school in France, I’m moving tomorrow.”

“W-what?

Come on, Love we don’t have to break up, we can do long distance, love just please, don’t leave me. We managed to do it before so what’s the difference now?”

“No, Things were different back then, We were different back then and I don’t want you to be in a relationship where you’ll only get hurt”

He knew what you were doing, he had told you last year, “I don’t want to hold you back,” he said. “I want you to pursue your dreams,” he said.

“But what if we’re one of those couples who can't do long distance?”

“Then I’ll let you go, I dont want to tie you down to me, I dont want to be the reason why you wouldn’t leave, So dont be scared to go, even if it hurts me,” he said….

No, he promised.

“You said that I can go”

He didn’t respond, more like he couldn’t.

She went to the door, but he couldn’t stop her.

And now he was the only one tied down, tied down… to that same apartment, to that town, To everything that you had loathed.

But what he didn’t know was that you were bearing a much more heavy burden than him.

—---------

It’s been 6 months ever since their breakup, and her condition had gotten worse.

But staying in France has been compensating for that, kinda.

She knows that it wasn't real, that the person sitting in the chair beside her wasn't real, aki wasn't here, that’s not him. She had to keep reminding herself that SHE had left him, she left him in their home, she needed to remind herself that he wasn’t gonna come back or else she might start talking to it.

It started small, first shooting stars, the same ones that they had seen together, but when she called the nurse to show her, she felt embarrassed, while the skies were showering in HER eyes, there was nothing but darkness to the nurses.

The second one was when she thought she was seeing her mother. But that was impossible

She’s been dead since the second she was born. Someone that she had only seen in pictures, never in real life.

She had begun to realize that hallucinating wasn’t her cup of tea.

She also realized that sleeping was something you shouldn’t take for granted, for days on end, she had wished for her old self to sleep more.

because in the future she couldn’t do that anymore.

Over time, she started losing her ability to walk and talk and eat basic food groups. Now they were feeding her through a tube, and in bedrest for, well…. Until she dies. She suggested to the doctors to pull the plug, but they weren’t there to play God.

She even thought that she could just take her own life, and that landed her in therapy sessions every afternoon and a doctor nearby.

She wanted to contact him and had the desire to do so but she didn’t want to be an asshole.

And she didn’t want to bring him any more burdens, she knew how it would look.

Coming back after 6 months to announce that she’s sick and is bound to die someday? No, she doesn’t get to do that, she wouldn’t let herself do that to him. Not when she had broken him to pieces.

She stared at hallucination aki, ever since he came, he had never left. He was just there, sitting.

Sometimes he would be reading something or trying to talk to her, and sometimes she couldn’t resist, at times she would respond, and she would laugh with herself, alone in that forsaken room.

The doctors told her that he wasn’t real, that it was all in her head.

“I know,” she said

“This would be the last place he’ll ever be in”

—-

She was feeling it now. Something that she thought she would never feel again.

The feeling of tiredness, the need to close your eyes to sleep.

She had wondered who was the guy sitting beside her, it felt that she knew him, like they’d known each other for several years.

The doctors had given her a heads-up a few months ago, that there was a chance that she might lose some of her memories. So she figured that she must’ve known this man beside her.

But no matter how hard she tried to remember, she couldn’t.

There was a scene playing in front of her now, a little girl who looked like she walked across the room to the man, she handed her a letter and hid behind the other side of the bed, she seemed embarrassed and flustered. The man looked confused, he looked at the letter, he opened it and started reading.

After reading he smiled at the girl, who was now sitting in the bed beside Y/N. It looked like he was smiling directly at Y/N and not at the little girl.

He went up to them and picked up the little girl. He reached for his back pocket and gave the little girl a tulip. Y/N always liked tulips, and she loved it even more when he… when he…

Y/N stopped for a moment, what was she thinking about?

Oh right tulips, he used to give me those back when we were…. Were…

Fuck what was it?

Y/N hated it when she couldn’t complete her train of thought, she felt frustrated and stupid, and helpless.

The man and the little girl walked away from her.

She must have been really out of it cause the door opened again and in comes the same man, in the same clothes, the same hairstyle, but to her, he seemed older ‘how could he be older? He looks the same, he looks the same as when he was sitting in the chair beside her for months

Except he wasn’t he was the real deal, the doctors had figured that it was Y/N’s time now, so her dad contacted aki, it was the least they could do.

HE sat at the chair as he had always done. He took my hand, kissed it, and said “How are you, my love”

“I’m sorry I’m late. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that alone”

I’m so tired

To y/n a few seconds had passed, but to aki, it's been 30 minutes, and he was laying down with her now. Her eyes were starting to close now, not wanting you to see him cry he hugged you close, carefully trying to avoid the tubes that were hooked on you.

He started muttering words, she was too tired to process them, one thing she did pick up was

I love you

She patted him on the arm, and finally closed her eyes.

The sound of the flatline erupted in the room, and people started flooding in, but they didn’t push aki away, looking at him with pity. You could tell that a part of her remembered, remembered their ever-changing love over time, their undying love. Because her hand was on him, he was clutching it now, but they knew that she had moved and that she cared about him. The nurses figured that he was the guy that Y/N was talking about, the guy in the chair.

The one who didn’t leave her.

And never once did he leave her.

-end

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 1 year

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Out of Time

Aki Hayakawa x GN! Reader

slight CSM Manga Spoilers

CW: fluffy angst :,) just reader feeling like time is running out and needing to be in Aki’s arms to calm themselves down

── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

[1:30 am]

Aki laid in his bed, legs stretched out across the mattress with his back against the wall. Sipping on some warm tea as he read a book he held with one hand. He hears his phone ding and the screen light up. It was the notification sound he had set for you, eyes falling away from the book’s pages to look at the bright screen. Placing the book in his lap to grab his phone. A simple message glowing on his screen.

“Can I come over?”

“Of course, do you need me to pick you up?”

“No I’m close by”

A shorter amount of time than Aki expected passed by before he heard a small knock on his front door. Quickly opening the door as quietly as he could to not disturb his roommates. You stood in his doorway, a sad expression adorning your face. Brows slightly furrowed and a small scowl, your bottom lips resisting the temptation to tremble.

“You okay?” His voice comes out quiet. His hands gentle on yours as he guides you into his apartment. The door softly clicking closed as he locked it back up. Your hand tightens around his. The warmth he was radiating contrasting your cold skin, instantly making the tips of your fingers tingle as he shares his warmth with you. Aki feels your grip tighten, your palms feeling so cold against his. Bringing his other hand to grab your other one, cupping them both in his own as he brought your knuckles to his lips to kiss them. His eyes still not leaving yours.

‘So cold…’ he thinks to himself as his lips linger against your knuckles.

“I’ve missed you…” you let out just as quietly. Not for the same reason as Aki. Not to stay quiet for his sleeping roommates. But because your throat felt so strained. A lump forming inside of it as you felt yourself start to tremble more. Aki’s gaze softens, feeling his heart flutter inside his chest to hear your words. Though, he still felt worried.

“Come here, get in bed with me so I can warm you up.” His hands slipping off of yours and ghosting over your waist, guiding you ahead of him and walking close behind as you both quietly walk into his room. The door closing behind Aki as you sat on the edge of his bed. Your eyes watching him as he rummaged through his drawers. Grabbing a grey t-shirt and one of his sweats, neatly folded on top of each other as he handed them to you.

“You’re sleeping over, it’s late.”

You had forgotten how late it was, taking the soft clothing from Aki’s hands as the mattress dipped from his weight, taking a seat next to you. You quietly thank Aki as you change into his clothing, throwing your own onto a chair next to his bed. The sweet scent of him and his laundry soap filling your nose.

“Tell me what was on your mind.” He speaks gently. His voice deep as he spoke barely above a whisper. Raising the blanket on his bed so you both could slip under it. His arms wrapping around you and pulling you close to his chest, a gentle kiss placed on the top of your head as his hands smoothed against your back and your body warming up against his. He knew you missing him wasn’t the entire story. It was a boiled down version of it. He waits patiently for you to answer him, not wanting to rush you.

“I just want to spend as much time with you as I can…” you speak weakly into his chest. Your hands softly gripping his shirt.

Aki felt his heart sink. That’s all he needed to hear to know what you were eluding to. He knew he was so careless about his own life. Never thinking he’d ever regret it. Thinking he’d always meet a bitter end anyways. That he’d suffer until his impending doom. The thought of you or his roommates ever finding a way into his frozen heart and melting it to where he was finally able to feel it beat again. To feel this fire in his chest that made him want to keep going on. To stay here with you for just a little bit longer. If only he could go back and time and fix his mistakes. To make himself change past decisions he made that would have saved him a few more years of his life.

His arms tighten around you, his hand holding the back of your head and he nuzzled his face into your hair. Inhaling deeply and placing many light kisses on you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” was all he muttered out.

Your arms wrapped around him, fingers digging into the cloth on his back and balling up the fabric in your fists. Pressing your face tighter into his chest as your breath hitched and your body shook from how desperately your were trying to hold back your tears. But the more you felt Aki’s hand gently petting your hair, the more you thought about how you were going to miss that. Warm tears spilling from your eyes and soaking into his shirt. Your lip trembling and your limbs hooked around Aki tighter, in hopes that if you held onto him enough, he’d never, ever leave you.

Aki felt your tears starting to soak into his shirt, feeling warm against his skin as he shut his eyes. His brows furrowed as he felt his heart start to hurt even more. Burying his face more into your hair as he felt his own eyes start to swell.

“I just wish I had met you sooner,” you choke out weakly, “so that I could have spent more time with you. I don’t want you to leave me.”

“I don’t want to leave you either, Y/N. Want to feel you in my arms forever. I don’t regret even a single second I’ve ever spent with you. I never knew I’d ever fall this in love with someone. I couldn’t have imagined anyone more perfect than you. You’re too good for me. I feel that I don’t even deserve you sometimes. I could be so much better to you. I wish I didn’t hurt you like this. God, I love you so much.” Aki feels tears waver at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“I love you too, Aki. So, so much.” Your voice trembles out. “Don’t ever think that you’re never enough for me. You’re so perfect, more than what I could have ever asked for. I never expected you to come into my life, and make me feel this much love for someone.” Removing your head from his chest to place a lingering kiss on his cheek. Aki’s eyes shut as he soaks in the feeling of your warm lips against him. The taste of his salty tears coating your lips when you pull away. Aki’s eyes wet when you peer into him with your own puffy, soaked eyes. Aki’s large hand slipping down to let his thumbs wipe the tears off your eyes and cheeks. Placing scattered kisses all over your face, a few of his tears falling against your skin that he continued to wipe with his thumbs. Your eyelids felt heavy, barely being able to open back up with every slow blink you took. The exhaustion from crying taking what little energy you had left.

“Don’t let go of me, not even for when you try making me breakfast in the morning. Wake me up when you do. I wanna stay with you.”

“I won’t let you go…” he whispered, his breath feeling warm against your forehead as his lips ghosted over for a small kiss.

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